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 Now a better wife than Bessy

never stept in leather shoon.

Try this Watty-Whan ye see her

raging like a roarin flood!

Swear that moment that ye'll lea' her!

that's the way to keep her gude."

Laughing, sangs, and lassies, skirls,

echo'd now out through the roof;

Done, quo' Pate, and syne his erls,

nail't the Dryster's wauket loof;

I' the thrangest stories telling,

shaking hauns, and ither cheer,

Swith! a chap comes in the hallan,

!Mungo, is our Watty here?"

Maggy's weel kent tongue and hurry,

darted through him like a knife !

Up the door flew like a fury!

in came Watty's scaulin wife;

Scarcely had she crossed the thrashold,

till she rais'd a clam'rous din,

Which made Watty shak an' tremble,

for to hear her thus begin:

"Ye nasty gude-for-naething being!

O ye snuffy drunken sow!

Bringan wife an' weans to ruin,

drinkin' here wi' sic a crew!

Devil nor your legs were broken!

sic a life na flesh endures,

Toilan like a slave to slocken

you, you dyvour, and your 'hores,