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28 THE TINT QUEY.
But hear what I am g^un to tell.
An* m th' affair judge for yoursel.
Meg loot but little time expii-e.
Afore she reached the theeked byre ;.
But, wow ! sad cheat ! whan near she drew.
As white's her mutch her haffets grew.
An* legs did shake, as soon's she saw
The door wide stannin to the wa'.
Wi' heart high jumpin to her mou'.
She cried, " Preserve us ! whare's the cow ?'^
An' stood an' gloured about fa' keen.
But deil a cow was to be seen :
Then wi' the bowet hame she ran.
To tell the tidings to her man.
" O Sandie, haste, fling by your shoon,"
Quo' she, ^' an' see what's to be done ;
'^ For some ane's been sae unco glaikit
" As gang an' leave the door unsneckit,
" An' Hornie, being left her lane,
" 'S win out, nor ken I whare she's gane."

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