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 WATTY MEG.

EEN the froſty winds war blawin',

Deep the ſra' had wreath' the ploughs,

Watty weary't a' day ſawin',

Daunert down to Mungo Blue's.

Dryſter-Jock was ſitting cracky

Wi' Pate Tamſon o' the Hill,

“Come awa'," quo' Johny, " Watty!

Haith we'ſe ha'e anither gill."

Watty, glad to ſee Jock Jabos,

And ſae mony neighbours roun',

Kicket frae his ſhoon the ſna' ba's,

Syne ayont the fire ſat down.

Owre a broad, wi' baunocks heapet,

Cheeſe and ſtoups, and glaſſes ſtood;

Some war' roarin', ithers ſleepit,

Ithers quietly chewt their cude.

Jock was ſellin' Pate ſome tallow,

A' the reſt a racket hel',

A' but Watty, wha, poor fallow,

Sat and ſmoket by himſel'.

Mungo fill'd him up a toothfu',

Drank his health and Meg's in ane :

Watty, puffin out a mouthfu',

Pledg'd him wi' a dreary grane.