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O Dominie, you're dispossest,
Ye hae beshit your holy nest,
The warld sees ye hae transgrest;
I’m at my time,
Ye dare nae mair, now do your best,
Let gae the rhyme.
Ohon! how weel I might hae kent,
When first to yon I gae consent,
Wi’ me to make your merriment,
How a’ would be:
Alas! that e’er my loom I lent
That day to thee.
Wae to the night I first began
To mix my nioggans wi’ thee, man;
’Tis needless now to curse or ban,
But deil hae me,
Ye’ll pay, and fit, for fit ye can,
And that ye’ll see.
I heard her as I heard her not,
But time and place had quite forgot,
I guess’d my piece was in the pot,
For I could tell,
It was too short her petticoat
By half an ell.
Wi’ blubber’d cheeks, and watery nose,
Her weary story she did close;
I said the best, and aff I goes
Just like a thief,
And took a glass to interpose
’Twixt mirth and grief.
