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8 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 amaist 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 te 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.

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