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Jock was sellin Pate some tallow,
A' the rest a racket hel',
A' but Watty, wha, poor fallow,
Sat and smocket by himsel'.
Mungo fill'd him up a toothfu',
Drank his health and Meg's in ane j
Watty, puffin' out a mouthfu',
Pledg'd him wi' a dreary grane.
' What's the matter, Watty, wi' you ?
* Troth your chafts are fa'in in :
* Something's wrang — I'm wae to see you-
' Gudesake ! but ye're desp'rate thin.'
4 Aye,' (quo' Watty) things are alter'd,
4 But it's past redemption now ;
' L — d, I wish I had been halter'd
Whan I marry'd Maggie Howe.
1 I've been poor, and vext, and raggy,
4 Try't wi' troubles no that sma',
4 Them I bore — but marrying Maggy
4 Laid the cap-stane on them a'.
' Night and day she's ever yelpin,
' Wi' the weans she ne'er can 'gree ;
4 When she's tir'd wi' perfect skelpin,
4 Then she flees like fire on me.