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And tere I saw a bonny mattam,
Wi' feathers on her waim,
I wonder an' she be gaun to flee.
Or what be in her myn.
Another mattams follow her,
Wha's arse was round like cogs!
And clitter clatter cries her feet—
She had on iron brogues.
And tere I saw another mattam
Into a tarry seck,
And twa mans pe carry her,
Wi' rapes about hims neck.
She pe sae fou o' vanity,
As no gang on the grun,
But twa poor mail pe carry her
In a barrow covert aboon,
Some had a fish-tail to their month,
And some pe had a ponnet,
But my Janet and Donald's wife
Wad rather has a bannock.
FINIS.
