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 11 THE UPSHOT OF THE HISTORY,

Oh! that folk wad weel consider What it is to tyne a name; What this world is a' thegither, If bereft of honest fame! Poortith ne'er can bring dishonour, Hardships ne'er breed sorrows smart, If brigh conscience taks upon her To shed sunshine round the heart. But wi' a' that walth can borrow, Guilty shame will aye look down ; What maun then shame, want and sorrow, Wandering sad frae town to town! hell Jeanie Miller ance sae cheerie, Ance sae happy, guid, and fair, Left by Will, neist morning drearie Taks the road of black despair! Cauld the blast, the day was sleeting: Pouch and purse without a plack, In ilk hand a bairnie greeting, And the third tied on her back. Wan her face! and lean and haggard ! Ance sae sonsie, ance sae sweet! What a change!—unhoused and beggard, Starving— without claise or meat,