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“ Fareweel, Meg !-And, O! may Heav'n
“Keep you ay within his care: “ Watty's heart ye've lang been grievin', « Now he'll never fash
mair. “ Happy cou'd I been beside
you, “ Happy baith at morn and e'en : " A'the ills did e'er betide you,
“Watty ay turn'd out your frien'.
“ But ye ever like to see me
“ Vext and sighin', late and air.“ Fareweel, Meg! I've sworn to lea' thee,
« So thou'll never see me mair.”
Meg a' sabbin', sae to lose him,
Sic a change had never wist, Held his han' close to her bosom,
While her heart was like to burst.
“O my Watty, will ye
“ Frien'less, helpless, to despair ! “O! for this ae time forgi'e me:
“ Never will I vex you mair.”
“ Aye, ye've aft said that, and broken A'
your vows ten times a-week. “ No, no, Meg! See !—there's a token
“ Glittring on my bonnet cheek.
“ Owre the seas I march this morning,
“ Listet, testet, sworn an'a', “ Forc'd by your confounded girning;
“Fareweel, Meg! for I'm awa.”
Then poor Maggy's tears and clamour
Gusht afresh, and louder grew, While the weans, wi' mournfu' yaumer
Round their sabbin' mother flew.
“ Thro' the yirth I'll wauner wi' you
Stay, O Watty! stay at hame; “ Here upo' my knees I'll gi'e you
“ Ony vow ye like to name.
“ See your poor young lammies pleadin',
“Will ye gang an' break our heart? “ No a house to put our head in!
“ No a frien' to take our part.” Ilka word came like a bullet,
Watty's heart begoud to shake; On a kist he laid his wallet,
Dightet baith his een and spake.
“ If ance mair I cou'd by writing,
“ Lea' the sodgers and stay still, « Wad you swear to drap your flyting ?"
Yes, 0 Watty! yes, I will!”
Then,” quo' Watty, “mind, be honest ::
“ Ay to keep your temper strive; “Gin ye break this dreadfu' promise, ,
“ Never mair expect to thrive.
“ Marget Howe! this hour ye solemn
“ Swear by every thing that's gude “ Ne'er again your spouse to scaul' him,
“ While life warms your heart and blood :
" That ye'll 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:
“ That ye'll ne'er, like Bessy Miller,
“ Kick my shins, or rug my hair « Lastly, I'm to keep the siller, “ This upo' your
3 “ Oh!"-quo' Meg, “ Aweel," quo' Watty,
“ Fareweel!-faith I'll try the seas. “ O stan' still,” quo' Meg, and grat ay;
“ Ony, ony way ye please."
Maggy syne, because he prest her,
Swore to a' thing owre again : Watty lap, and danc'd and kiss'd her;
Wow ! but he was won'rous fain.
Down he threw his staff victorious ;
Aff gaed bonnet, claes, and shoon; Syne aneath the blankets, glorious !
Held anither Hinny-Moon.