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" Through the yii-th I'll waunner wi' you-
Stay, O Watty ! stay at hame ;
Here upon my knees I'll gi'e you
Ony vow ye like to name.
See your poor young lammies pleadin',
Will ye gang and break our heart ?
No a house to put our head in,
No a friend to take our part ! ''
Ilka word came like a bullet,
Watty's heart begoud to shake ;
On a kist he laid his wallet,
Dighted baith his een and spake,—
" If ance mair I cou'd by writing,
Lea' the sogers and stay still,
Wad you swear to drop your flyting ? "
"Yes, O Watty ! yes, I will."
"Then," quo' Watty, "mind, be honest ;
Aye to keep your temper strive ;
Gin ye break this dreadfu' promise.
Never mair expect to thrive.
Margaret Howe, this hour ye solemn
Swear by everything that's gude.
Ne'er again your spouse to seal' him,
While life warms your heart and blood.
That ye'U ne'er in Mungo's seek me,
Ne'er put drucken to my name,
Never out at e'ening steek me.
Never gloom when I come hame.

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