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here liv'd a wife in our gate-end,

ſhe lo'ed a drap of cappie O,

And all the gear that e'er ſhe gat,

ſhe ſlipt it o'er her gabbie O.

Upon a froſty winter night,

the wife had got a drappie O,

And ſhe had piſh'd her coats ſae well,

the cou'd nae find the pattie O.

But ſhe's awa' to her goodman,

they ca'd him Tamie Lamie O,

Gae ben and fetch the key to me,

that I may get a dramie O.

Tamie was an honeſt man,

himſel he took a drappie O,

It was nae well out o'er his craig,

till ſhe was on his tappie O.

She paid him well baith back and ſide,

and fair ſhe creiſh'd his backie O,

She made his ſkin baith blue and black,

and made his ſhoulders crackie O.

Then he's awa' to the malt barn,

and he has ta'en a ſackie O,

He put her in baith head and tail,

and caſt her o'er his backie O.