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6 A' night lang he rowt and gauntet,

Sleep or reſt he cou'dn a tak;

Maggy, aft wi' horror hauntet,

Mum'lan, ſtartet at bis back.

Soon as e'er the morning peepet,

Up raiſe Watty, waefu' chiel,

Kiſt his weanies while they ſleepet,

Waukent Meg, and ſought farewel.

"Farewel, Meg !...And, O may Heav'n

Keep you aye within his care ;

Watty's heart ye'v a lang been griven',

Now he'll never faſh you mair.

Happy cou'd I been beſide you,

Happy baith at morn and e'en!

A' the ills did e'er betide you,

Watty aye turn'd out the frien'.

But ye ever like to ſee me

Vext and ſighan, late and air,

Farewel, Meg ! I've ſworn to lea' thee,

So thou'll never ſee me mair!"

Meg a' ſabban ſae to loſe him,

Sic a change had never wiſt,

Held his haun cloſe to her boſom,

While her heart was like to burſt.

"O my Watty, will ye lea' me

Frienʻleſs helpleſs to deſpair !

O! for this ae time forgie' me!

Never will I vex you mair."

"Ay! ye ve aft ſaid that, and broken

A'your vows ten times a-week.

No, no, Meg!---See, there's a token

Glittering on my bonnet-cheek