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Jean, at first, took little heed o'
Oiakly clubs 'mang three or four,
Thought, kind soul, that Will had need o'
Heartsome hours whan wark Avas owre.
But whan now that nightly meetings
Sat and drank frae sax till twa ;
Whan she found that hard-earn'd gettings
Now on drink ware thrown awa ;
Saw her Will, wha ance sae cheerie
Raise ilk morning wi' the lark,
Now grown mauchless, dowf and sweer aye
To look near his farm or wark ;
Saw him tyne his manly spirit,
Healthy bloom, and sprightly ee ;
And o' luve and kame grown wearit,
Nightly frae his family flee ;
Wha cou'd blame her heart's complaining ?
Wha condemn her sorrows meek ?
Or the tears that now ilk e'ening
Bleach'd her lately crimson'd cheek I
Will, wha lang had rued and swither'd,
(Aye asham'd o' past disgrace)
Mark'd the roses as they wither'd
Fast oa Jeanie's lovely face !