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THE SPAEWIFE
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O, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
Gin death's as shüre to men as killin' is to kye,
Why God has filled the yearth sae fu' o' tasty things to pree.
—It's gey an' easy spierin', says the beggar-wife to me.
O, I wad like to ken—to the beggar-wife says I—
The reason o' the cause an' the wherefore o' the why,
Wi' mony anither riddle brings the tear into my e'e.
—It's gey an' easy spierin', says the beggar-wife to me.
