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 For a wee I quietly knuckl'd, But, when naething would prevail, Up my claise and cash I buckl'd— Bess, for ever fare ye well!

Then her din grew less and less ay, Haith I gart her change her tune: Now a better wife than Bessy Never stept in leather shoon.

Try this Watty—Whan ye see her Ragin' like a roaring flood, Swear that moment that ye'll lea' her That's the way to keep her gude."

Laughing, sangs, and lasses' skirls, Echo'd now out through the roof, ! quo Pate, and syne his arls Nail'd the Dryster's wauket loof.

I' the thrang o' stories telling, Shaking han's and jocking, queer, Swith! a chap comes on the hallan, "Mungo! is our Watty here?'

Maggy's weel-kent tongue and hurry Dartet thro' him like a knife: Up the door flew—like a fury In came Witty's scaulin' wife.

"Nesty, gude-for-naething being! O ye snuffy, drucken sow! Bringin' wife an' weans to ruin, Drinkin' here wi' sic a crew!

Devil nor your legs war broken?