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Our goodman came hame at e en,
And hame came he;
He spy *d a pair of jackboots,
Where nae boots should be.
What's this now goodwife:
What's this I see?
f!o*v came these boots there
Without the leave o' reel
Bootsi o t uo' she:
Ay, boots quo' he.
Shame fa' your cuckold face,
And ill mat ye see,
It's but a pair of water stoups
The cooper sent to me.
Water stoups: quo' he:
Ay, water stoups, quo' she.
Far hae J~ ridden,
And farer hae I gane,
But sil'er spurs on water stoups
Saw ! never nane.
Our goodman came hame at e en,
And hame came -he;
And then he saw a f siller j sword,
Where a sword should not be:
What's this now goodwife?
What's this I see?
O how came this sword here,
Without the leave o' me?
A sword i quo' she:
Ay, a sword, quo' he.
Shame fa' your cuckold face,
And ill mat you see,
It's but a parridge spurtle
My minnie sent to me.
(A par ridge spurtle 1 quo' he:
Ay, a parridge spurtle quo' she.)
Weil, far hae I ridden,
And muckle hae I seen;
But siller handed (parridge) spurtles
Saw I never nane.
Our goodman came hame at e en,
And hame came he;
There he spy'd a powder'd wig,
Where nae wig should be.
What s this now goodwife?
What's this I see?
How came this wig here,
Without the leave o' me.
A wig! quo' she:
Ay, a wig, quo' he.
Shame fa' your cuckold face,
And ill mat you see,
'Tis fiaething but a clocken hen
My minnie sent to me.
A clockep hen.qjo'he:
Ay, a clocken hen, quo' she.
Far hae 1 ridden,
And muckle hae J seen,
But powder on a ciocken-hen,
Saw I never nane.
Our goodman came hame at een,
And hame carre he;
And there he saw a muckle coat,
Where nae coat shou'd be.
O how came this coat here?
How can this be?
How came this coat here
Without the leave o' me?
A coat! quo' she:
Ay, a coat, quo' he .
Ye auld blind dotard carl,
Blind mat ye be,
It's but » pair of blankets
My minnie sent to me.
Blankets! quo' he:
Ay, blankets, quo she.
Far hae I ridden,
And muckle hae I seen,
But buttons upon blankets
Saw I never nane.
Ben went our goodman,
And ben went he;
And there he spy'd a sturdy w.r ,
Where nae man should be .
How came this man here.
How can this be?
How came this man here,
Without the leave o' me?
A man! quo' she:
) Ay, a man, quo he»
Poor blind body,
And blinder mat ye be,
It's a new milking maid,
My mither sent to me.
A maid! quo' he:
Ay, a maid, quo' she,
Far hae ridden,
And muckle hae I seen,
But lang-bearded maiden»
Saw I never nane.