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And made his skin baith black and blue
and gar'd his shoulders crackie, O,
Then he’s awa’ to the malt barn,
and he has tae’n a pockie, O,
He put her in baith head and tail,
and cast her o’er his backie, O.
The carline spurn’d wi' head and feet,
the carle he was sae ackie, O,
To ilka wall that he came by,
he gard he head play knackie, O,
Goodman, I think you’ll murder me,
my brains you out will knockie, O,
He gied her ay the other hitce,
ly still you devil’s buckie, O.
Goodman I’m like to make my burn,
O let me out good Tamie, O,
Then he set her upon a stane,
and bade her pish her damie, O,
Then Tamie took her aff the stane,
and put hir in the pockie, O,
and when she did begin to spurn.
he lent her ay a knockie, O.
Away he went to the mill-dam,
and there gae her a duckie, O
