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 y, quo Watty, things are alter’t,
 * But it’s past redemption now;

—d! I wish I had been halter’d,
 * When I married Maggy Howe!

ve been poor, and vexd, and raggy,
 * Try’d wi’ troubles no that sma’

hem I bore—but marrying Maggy
 * Laid the cap stane o’ them a’.

ight and day she’s ever yelpin,
 * Wi’ the weans she ne’er can gree;

hen she’s tir’d wi perfect skelpin,
 * Then she flies like fire on me

ee ye, Mungo! when she’d clash on,
 * Wi’ her everlasting clack,

hiles I’ve had my nieve, in passion
 * Lifted up to break her back!

, for gudesake, keep frae cuffets
 * Mungo shook his head, and said,

eel I ken what sort o’ life it’s;
 * Ken ye, Watty, how I did?

fter Bess and I were kippl’t,
 * Soon she grew like ony ear,

rake my shins, and when I tippl’t,
 * She harl’t out my very hair.

or a wee I quietly knuckel’t,
 * But whan naething would prevail,

p my claes and cash I buckl’t
 * Bess! for ever fare ye weel.

hen her din grew less and less aye,