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 5 When she's tir'd wi' perfect skelpin, Then she flees like fire on me. See you, Mungo, when she'll clash on Wi' her everlasting clack, Whyles I've had my nieve, in passion, Liftet up to break her back ! O, for gudesake, keep frae cuffets : Mungo shook his head and said, Weel I ken what sort o' life it's; Ken ye, watty, how I did ? After Bess and I was kippl't, Fact she grew like ony bear, Brak' my shins, and, when I tippl't, Harl't out my verra hair! For a wee I quietly knuckl't, But when naething wad prevail, Up my claes and cash I buckl't, Bess for ever fare ye weel. Then her din grew less and less aye, Fact I gart her change her tune ; Now a better wife than Bessy Never stept in leather shoon. Try this, Watty---When ye see her Raging like a roaring flood,