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Her mill into some hole had fawn.
What recks, quoth she, let it be gawn^
For I maun hae a young goodman.
Shall furnish me with snishing.
The mild ivife, &c.
Her eldest dochter said right bauld,
Fy, mother, mind that now ye're auld.
And if you with a yonker wald,
He'll waste away your snishing.
The auld ivife, &c.
The youngest dochter ga'e a shout,
O mother dear ! your teeth's a' out.
Besides ha'f blind, ye hae the gout.
Your mill can had nae snishing.
The aidd wife, &c.
Ye lie, ye limmers, cries auld mump.
For I hae baith a tooth and stump.
And will nae langer live in dump,
By wanting of my snishing.
The auld ivife, See.
Thole ye, says Peg, that pauky slut.
Mother, if you can crack a nut.
Then we will a' consent to it.
That you shall have a snishing.
The auld wife, &c.
The auld ane did agree to that.
And they a pistol-bullet gat ;
She powerfully began to crack.
To won hersell a snishing.
The auld wife, &c.

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