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 Weel he ſaw her ſmother'd ſorrow! Weel he ſaw her bleaching cheek! Mark'd the ſmile ſhe ſrave to borrow Whan, poor thing, ſhe cou'd nae ſpeak!

Jean, at firſt, took little heed o' Owkly clubs mang three or four, Thought, kind foul! that Will had need o' Heartſome hours whan wark was owre,

But whan now that nightly meetings Sat and drank fra ſax till twa; Whan ſhe found that hard earn'd gettings Now on drink war thrown awa;

Saw her Will wha ance fae cheerie Raiſe ilk morning wi' the lark, Now grown mauchleſs, dowſ and ſweer aye To look near his farm or wark.

Saw him ſyne his manly ſpirit, Healthy bloom, and ſprightly ee; And o' luve and hame grown wearit, Nightly fra his family flee;