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 3 A good fat cow, a sleeky cow,

were standing in the byre;

While lazy puss with mealy mouse,

were playing at the fire.

Good signs are these my mither says,

and bids me tak the miller;

For foul day, and fair day,

he's ay bringing till her

For meal and ma't she disna want,

nor ony thing that's dainty,

And now and then a keckling hen

to lay her eggs in plenty.

In winter when the wind and rain,

blaws o'er the barn and byre;

The miller by a clean hearth-stane,

beside a ranting fire.

He sits and cracks and tells his tale,

o'er ale that is right nappy;

Who'd be a Queen that gaudy thing,

when a miller's wife's sae happy.

●THAT I NE'ER HAD BEEN MARRIED.●

I am a batchelor just in my prime,

who had a good mind to get married,