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 Na, na, Meg; see there's a token

Glittering on my bonnet cheek.

Owre the seas I march this morning,

Listed, tested, sworn an’ a’,

Forc’d by your confounded girning;—

Fareweel, Meg, for I'm awa.

Then poor Maggy's tears and clamour

Cush't afresh, and louder grew,

While the weans wi’ mournfu' yammer,

Round their sabbin mither flew.

Thro‘ 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,

Will ye gang, to break our heart,

No a house to put our head in,

No a friend to tak our part:

Ilka word cam like a bullet,

Watty's heart begoud to shake,

On a kist lie laid his wallet,

Dighted baith his een, and spake

If ance mair I could by writing,

Lea' the sodgers and stay still,

Wad ye swear to drap your flyting?

Yes, O Watty, yes I will.

Then quo' Watty, mind be honest,

Ay to keep your temper strive;

Gin ye break this dreadfu' promise,

Never mair expect to thrive.