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As honest Jacob on a night, With his beloved beauty, Was duly laid on wedlock's bed, And noddin' at his duty.

"How lang," she cried, "ye fumbling wretch, Will ye be f——ing at it? My auldest wean might die o' age, Before that ye could get it.