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 8 Weel he saw her smothered sorrow; Weel he saw her bleaching cheek; Marked the smile she strave to borrow, Whan, poor thing, she couldna speak. Jean at first took little heed o' Owkly clubis 'mang three or four, Thought, kind soul, that Will had need o? Heartsome hours when wark was wre. But when now that nightly meetings, Sat and drank frae sax till twa, When she found that hard earned gettings Now on drink was thrown awa; Saw her Will, wha ance sae cheery Raise ilk morning wi' the lark Now grown mauchless, dowf, and sweart aye To look near his farm or wark; Saw him tyne his manly spirit, Healthy bloom and spritly ee; And of love and hame grown wearit, Nightly from his family flee. Wha could blame her heart's complaining; Wha condemn her furrows meek, Or the tears that now ilk e'ening Bleeched her lately crimsoned cheek? Will, wha lang had rued and swithered, (Aye ashamed of past disgrace ;) Marked the roses as they withered Fast on Jeanie's lovely face.