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'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 sogers 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 How! this hour you solemn 'swear by ev'ry thing that's good,'Ne'er again your spouse to scald him, 'while life warms thy heart and blood.
'That ye'll ne'er in Mungo's seek me ——— 'ne'er put drunken to my name ———'Never out at e'ening steek me ——— 'never gloom when I come hame.
'That ye'll ne'er, like Bessy Miller, 'kick my shins, or rug my hair ———'Lastly, I'm to keep the siller, 'this upon your soul you swear!'
'O———h?' quo Meg, 'A weel,' quo Watty, 'farewel! Faith I'll try the seas,''O stan still,' quo Meg, 'and grant aye; 'Ony, ony way you please,
Maggy syne, because he prest her, swore to a' things owr again:Watty lap, and danc't, and kist her, wow! but he was won'rous fain.
