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OR, OALEDONIANIVARBLCR. 327
For she's aye plague, plaguing, and she's aye
plaguing me.
She's aye plague, plaguing, and never lets nie be.
About a week, or something less, a bonny thing
she was,
But e'er the second Sunday came she made me cry
alas !
Oh ! aftentimes I cry alas ! 'tis needless here to tell^
For a* the cause of my complaint the jade she kens
hersel'.
And she's aye plague, plaguing, &c.
I dauma ca' my house mine ain, nor ony thing that'e
in't, _
And if I chance to speak a word she flees like fire
frae flint ;
My very hair I dauma cut, my claise I dauma
wear,
And o^ baith claise and siller too, she keeps me
naked bare.
And she*s aye strip, stripping, &c
Right Weel she kens I loe a dainty dish o' meat,
But she cooks it sac dirtily the de'il a bit I eat ;
And if I turn my neck awry, or chance to shake
toy head.
She ca's me fdthy loon, and says, I'm very ill to
feed.
And she'3 aye starve, starving, &c.