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THE TINT QUEY. 27
For ye maun ken^ that just e'en now
'Twas time to gang an' milk the cow.
But here, or we gae farer ben.
Ablins it's fitti»g to let ken
To them wha reads, that this same Lucky
Was e'en a dour an' thrawart bucky.
Which shawed she was o' bool-horned breeds
Wliane'er she took it in her head.
Aye whan he ga'e advice, but swither,
Ye're sure that she wad tak anither ;
Na, but a joke, she's aft been seen
To clap her neives afore his een.
While he, poor sumph ! boot silence keep.
An* dm'st na for his lugs play cheep.
Then wi' her hands her tongue kept steeks :
In short now, Marget— -wore the breeks.
Compared wi' her in ony way,
He was as contrair's night's frae day ;
An honest-hearted simple chiel,
Wha lo'ed to see ilk body week

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