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And tere I saw a bonny mattam,
Wi' feathers on her wame,
I wonder an' she gaun to flee,
Or what be in her min'.
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 he carry her,
Wi' rapes about him's neck.
She was fon o' vanity,
As no gang on the grun',
But twa puir mans he carry her
In a barrow covert aboon.
Some had a fish-tail to their month,
And some he had a bonnet,
But my Janet and Donald's wife
Wad rather hae a bannock.
