Page:Watty and Meg, or, The wife reformed (2).pdf/8

8 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 hame.

That ye'll ne'er, like Bessie Miller,

Kick my shins, or rug my hair—

Lastly, I'm to keep the siller,

This upo' your saul you swear?"

"O—h!" quo' Meg;—"Aweel, quo' Watty,

"Fareweel! faith, I'll try the seas."

"O stand still," quo' Meg, and grat aye;

"Ony, ony way ye please."

Maggy syne, because he prest her,

Swore to a' things owre again:

Watty lap, and danc'd, and kist her,

Wow! but he was won'rous fain.

Down he threw his staff victorious;

Aff gaed bannet, claes, and shoon;

Syne below the blankets glorious,

Held anither hinny moon.

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