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Says Meg see yon beast wi’ the claes on't,
Wi’ the face o’t as black as the soot,
Preserve us it has fingers and taes on’t
Ae lass it’s an unco-like brute;
O woman but ye‘re a Gomeral,
To mak‘ sic a won‘er at that,
D'ye na ken daft gouk that's a mongrel,
That's bred ‘twixt a Dog and a Cat,
Na but see yon souple jade how she's dancing;
Wi' the white ruffled breeks and red shoon,
Frae tap to the tae she a' glancing,
Wi' gow'd and a feather aboon;
My troth she's a braw decent kimmer,
As I have yet seen in the fair,
Her decent! quo Meg, shes some limmer,
Or, faith she would never be there,
Now Gibbie was waiting a toothfu',
Says he I'm right tired of the fun
I say lads d’ye thing we’d be the waur o‘ a mouthfu
O guid nappy Yill and a Bun;
Wi’ a my heart says Tam feth I’m willing,
'Tis best to water the corn,
By jing I’ve a bonny white shilling,
And a saxpence that ne’er saw the morn!
