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When by the hand he led them a',
And smack on smack on them bestow'd
By virtue of a standing law.
And wasna Willie a great loon,
As shyre a lick as e'er was seen?
When he danc'd wi' the lasses round,
The bridegroom spier'd whar he had been.
Quo' Willie, I've been at the ring,
Wi' bobbing, faith my shanks are sair;
Gae ca' your bride and maidens in,
For Willie he dow do nae mair.
Then rest ye, Willie, I'll gae out,
And for a wee fill up the ring
But, shame light on his souple snout.
He wanted Willie's wan in fling.
Then straight he to the bride did fare,
Say, Leeze me on your bonny face;
Wi' bobbing, Willie's shanks are sair,
And I'm come out to fill his place.
Bridegroom, she says, you'll spoil the dance,
And at the ring you'll ay be lag,
Unless, like Willie, ye advance:
O! Willie has a wanton leg;
