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5 All you that know what to love belong, Now you have heard my mournful song, Be true to one whatever you mind. And dont delude poor woman-kind.

THE WEE WIFUKIE.

There was a wee bit wifukie, and she gade till a fair, She’got a wee bit drapuke that cost her meikle care ; It gade about the wife’s heart, an' she was like to spew An’ O ! quo' the wee bit wifukie, I wish I be nae fu'.

If Johny see me barley-sick, I doubt he’ll claw my skin, I’ll tak a wee bit napuckie, before that I gae in : Sae lyin' down at a dyke-side, takin' a wee bit nap : By came a paukie packman, wi' a wee bit pack.

He clippet a the wife's locks, that gowden were and lang !