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But aye the auld man cried out,
He'll no be o' that mind on Sunday.
There's nae fear o' that, quo' Meg ;
For I gat a kiss on the bounty.
And what was the matter o' that ?
It was naething out o' his pocket.
I wish the news were true,
And we had him fairly bookit.
For Patie's a very gude lad,
And wedders has little frae twenty.
And mony gude trifles beside ;
He's no to fling at, gin he want ye.
A very wee while after that,
Wha cam to our biggin but Patie ?
Dress'd up in a braw new coat.
And wow but he thocht himsell pretty I
His bonnet was little frae new.
And in it a loop and a slittie,
To draw in a ribbon sae blue,
To bab at the neck o' his coatie.
Then Patie cam in wi' a stend ;
Cried, Peace be under the biggin !
You're welcome, quo' William, Come ben,
Or I wish it may rive frae the riggin I
Come in your ways. Pate, and sit doun,
And tell's a' your news in a hurry ;
And haste ye, Meg, and be dune,
And hing on the pan wi' the berry.
Quoth Patie, My news is na thrang ;
Yestreen I was wi' his honour ;