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 Ay! ye’ve aft said that, and broken
 * A’ your vows ten times a week;

No, no, Meg! see theres a token
 * glittering on my bonnet cheek.

Owre the seas I march this morning,
 * listet, testet, sworn and a’

Forced by your confounded girning:
 * fareweel Meg! for I’m awn.

Then poor Maggy’s tears and clamour
 * gushed afresh and louder grew.

while the seas, wi’ mourufu yammer,
 * round their subban mither flew.

Through the yirth I’ll wander wi you—
 * stay, o Watty! stay at hame.

Here upon my knees I’ll gie you
 * ony thing ye like to name.

See your poor young lammies pleadin
 * whi ye gang and break our heart?

No a house to put our head in,
 * no a friend to tak our part.

Ilka word came like a bullet
 * Watty’s heart began to shake;

On a kist he laid his wallet,
 * digsted baith his een and spake.

If ance marr I could by ,
 * lea the stay stil,

wad ye swear to drap youting?
 * yes, O Watty! yes I will.

Then, quo’ Watty, mind be honest