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A douse, religious, kintry wife,

That liv'd a quiet contented life,

To show respect unto the priest,

Whom she esteem'd within her breast,

Catch'd twa fat hens, baith big an' plump,

An' butter shoshe [sic] pack'd up a lump,

Which she a present meant to gi'e him,

And wi' them aff shoshe [sic] gaed to see him.

Dress'd in her ain auld kintry fas'on,

Wi' brown stuff gown, an' braw white bussin,

A dark blue cloak an' hood co'er'd a',

Sae lade, sae clad, she march'd awa;

Thus trudg'd alang-an' hence belyvobelyve [sic],

At thothe [sic] manse door shoshe [sic] did arrive--

Rapp't, was admitted by the maid;

Ben to thothe [sic] kitchen wi' her gade--

Syne for the Minister inquir'd,

Who soon came butt, as she desir'd,

When she to him a curtchie made,

An' hohe [sic] to her thus smiling said,

Min. O! my dear Margaret, is this you:

I'm glad to see you; how d'ye do?

How's Tamos, my auld worthy frien'!

How's Jock your son, an' daughter Jean?

Mar. They're gaily Sir, we'rowe're [sic] a' meat hale--

Tho' Tamie's o'en but craz'd an' frail