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Rh An' noo to face the kirkward mile:

The guidman's hat o' dacent style,

The blackit shoon, we noo maun fyle

As white's the miller:

A waefü' peety tae, to spile

The warth o' siller.

Our Marg'et, aye sae keen to crack,

Douce-stappin' in the stoury track,

Her emeralt goun a' kiltit back

Frae snawy coats,

White-ankled, leads the kirkward pack

Wi' Dauvit Groats.

A' thocht ahint, in runkled breeks,

A' spiled wi' lyin' by for weeks,

The guidman follows closs, an' cleiks

The sonsie missis;

His sarious face at aince bespeaks

The day that this is.