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 The tale you tell seems wondrous strange.

seems wondrous strange to me,

To think a wife without a head

could either speak or see:

The things that happen here awa,

are wonderful to me:

I cou’d assaist wi’ Bessie say,

’tis neither you nor she

When Johnny he came hame again,

his heart was unco fain,

To see his bonny Bessukie,

come to hersell again:

Sittin’ on a stoolikin’,

an’ Tibbock on her knee;

Cryin’ come awa’ my Johnny lad,

for this is no me quo she

for this is now me;

I’ve got a wee bit napokie,

and this is now me.

Then Johnny took her in his arms,

his heart was unco glad.

To see his bonny Bessukie,

now a’ right but the head;

Although you’ve lost your gowden locks,

your pouch and pursukie,

Come to your bed my Bessukie,

and happy we shall be.

