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( 7 ) O now behold how fortune turns,

Her father’s love to unity;

And now he lives in weet content,

With the bonny las of Banaphie.

My Wife’s ta’en the Gee.

Friend of mine came here vedreen,

and he wou’d hae me down

To drink a bottle a ale wi' him,

in the niest burrows town.

But! indeed it was. Sir,

ae far the war for me;

For lang or e’er that I came hame

my wife had ta’en the gee.

We at ae late and drank ae (tout,

the truth I tell to you,

That lang or e’er midnight came,

vwe were a roaring fou.

My wife fits at the fire-ide,

and the tears blinds ay her ee.

The ne’er a bed will he gae to,

bur fit and tak the gee.

In the morning oon when I came down

the ne’er ae word he pake,