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 24 Till at last an angel's bounty Brought her senses back again Gae her meat, and claise, and siller; Gae her ba'rnies wark and lear; Lastly, gae this cot-house to her, Wi Four Sterling Pounds a year! Willie, harkening, wip'd his een aye; "Oh! what sins has I to rue, But say, wha's this angel, Jeanie ?" Wha, (quo' Jeanie,) but BUCCLFUGH ! | "Here supported, cheer'd and cherish'd, Nine blest months! I've liv'd and mair; See these infants clad, and nourish'd, Dried my tears, and taint despair; Sometimes serving, sometimes spinning, Light the lanesome hours gae round; Lightly, too, ilk quarter rinning Brings yon angel's helping POUND !" "Eight pounds mair, (cried Willy, kindly,) Eight pounds mair will do nae barm ! And, O Jean, gin some ware friendly, Eight pounds soon night stock a farm. There, ance mair, to thrive by PLEWIN; Freed frae a' that Peace destroys, Idle Weste, and drunken Ruin! War, and a' its murdering joys Thrice he kiss'd his lang. lost treasure ! Thrice ilk bairn, but cou'd na speak: Tears o' LOVE, and Hope, and PLEASURE, Stream'd in silence down his cheek! coness and supporter of the afflicted and the poor FINIS
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