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I've got a bad wife, Sir, that's a' my complaint,
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For, saving your presence, to her ye're a saint,
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It's neither your stot nor your staig I shall crave,
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But gie me your wife, man, for her I must have,
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O, welcome most kindly ! the bl'the carl said ;
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But if ye can match her — ye're waur than ye're ca'd T
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The d-v-1 has got the auld wife on his back,
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And like a poor pedlar he's carried his pack,
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He's carried her hame to his ain hallan-door,
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Syne bade her gae jn for a b — and a wh — ,
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Then straight he makes fifty, the pick o' his band,
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Turn out. on her guard in the clap of a hand,
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The carlin gaed thro' them like ony wud bear,
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Whae'er she gat hands on cam near her nae mair,
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A reekit wee devil looks over the wa,
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