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 Out o'a dish slaik after slaik

O' MUSTARD; which she judg'd to be

Gravie, or some delicious brie;

For Margret ne'er did peruse it,

Kenn'd na' its name, nor how to use it;

But now determin'd to partake o't,

She wi' a tea spoon took a slaik o't,

Heedless she supped up the whole,

Then instantly she looked droll,

Dung doited in a moment's space,

She hung her head and throw her facoface [sic]!

Throw down her knife an' fork displeas'd,

Syne wi' baith hands her nose she seiz'd,

While it did bite an' blin' her een;

ThoThe [sic] like o't sure was never seen;

For startin' up as fast as able;

The haill gear tumbl'd aff the table!

Tho crash o' crock'ry ware resounded,

Plates truntlin'--ilka ane confounded.

Straight to thothe [sic] door she frantic flew,

An' after her Mess John shoshe [sic] drew;

Which drave thothe [sic] company a' throuther,

As they were kippled baith thegither.

But in a crack, the prins brak loosoloose [sic],

An' Margret, ravin' left the house,

Hameward, in haste, shoshe [sic] hobbl'd sweating,

Tell'd Tamos the disaster greeting,

Wrung baith her han's an' solemn sware,

To dine wi' gentle folks nae mair.