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(7) Owre the ſeas I march this morning,

Liſtet, teſtet, ſworn an' a';

Forc'd by your confounded girning!

Farewel, Meg! for I'm awa."

Then poor Maggy's tears and clamour

Guſht afreſh, and louder grew,

While the weans, wi' mournfu' yammer,

Round their ſabban mother flew!

Thro' the yirth I'll wauner wi' you!

Stay, O Watty! ſtay at hame!

Here, upon my knee, Il gi'e you

Ony vow ye like to name!

See your poor young lammies pleadin',

Will, ye gang and break our heart?

No a houſe to put our head in!

No a frien' to tak our part!

Ilka word came like a bullet!

Watty's heart begoud to ſhake!

On a kiſt he laid his wallet,

Dighted baith his een and ſpake:

If ance mair I cou'd, by writing,

Lea' the fogers, and ſtay ſtill,

Wad you ſwear to drap your flyting?'

"Yes, o Watty! yes I will!“

Then" quo' Watty,“ mind, be honeſt,

Aye to keep your temper ſtrive;

Gin ye break this dreadfu' promiſe,

Never mair expect to thrive.

Marget Howe! this hour ye ſolemn

"Swear by every thing that's gude,

Ne'er again your ſpouſe to ſcald him,

"While life warms your heart and blood