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We sat. sac laic, and drank sac slnu(,
The .truth I tcjl to_yon,
That lang or ever midnight eam'e
We were a' roaring foil .
My wile sits at the fire- side,
And the tear blinds ay her ee;
The ne'er a bed will she g.ic to,
But sit and tak the ffec.
In the morning" soon when T came flown,
The ne'er a word she spake;
But mony a sad and sour look,
And ay her head she'd shake:
My dear, quoth I, what ailcth thee,
To look sac sour on me;
III never do the like again,
II you'll ne'er tak the g"ee .
When that she heard, she ran, she flang-
Her arms about my neck,
And twenty kisses, in a crack,
And poor w~ee thing" she g-rat;
II you'll ne'er do the like again,
But bide at hame wi' me,
III lay my life Ise be the wife,
That's never tak the g-cc.