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She ſaw the ſimple cuiſſ was gripped
hard and faſt into her net,
O'er the lugs in love was Willie,
the bridal day that night was ſet.
Haſty marriage ne’er was chancy,
experience aft proves this owre true,
If we would look before we loup ay,
we ſeldom wou'd ha'e cauſe to rue.
New-married folks hae months o' pleaſure,
if they never ſhou'd hae mair,
Willie's honey-moon ⟨was⟩ ſhorter,
Betty ſoon began to ſwear.
Three ſhort weeks were ſcarcely over,
when her birſe began to riſe,
Quarrell’d a' thing, pleas'd wi' naething,
but to wear the breeks ſhe tries.
Flytin', ragin', conſtant growlin',
were a' the comforts that he knew;
But ay an hour or twa 'fore bed-time
calmer than a lamb ſhe grew.
He threat'ned mony time to leave her,
but that ne'er gard her change her tone,
She aftentimes lent him a lounder,
when her barlickhoods were on.
His youthfu’ heart wi' grief was broken,
aft he ſigh'd, but ſigh'd in vain;
But when his een began to open,
