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 Marget Howe! this hour ye solemn

Swear by ev’ry thing that's good,

Ne’er again your spouse to scauld him,

While life warms your heart and blood.

That ye’ll ne'er in Mungo's seek me,

Ne‘er put drucken to my name—

Never out at e‘ening steek me,

Never gloom when I come home.

That ye’ll ne‘er like Bessy Miller,

Kick my shins or rug my hair;

Lastly, I'm to keep the siller—

This upon your soul ye swear.

O—oh! quo‘ Meg; aweel, quo‘ Watty,

Fareweel, faith I’ll try the seas;

O stand still, quo‘ Meg, and grat ay,

Ony, ouy way ye please.

Maggy syne because he prest her,

Swore to a thing owre again,

Watty lap and danc‘d, and kiss‘d her,

Wow, but he was wondrous fain.

Down he threw his staff victorious,

Aff gaed bonnet, claes and shoon;

Syne below the blankets glorious

Held anither hinny-moon.