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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 you mair.

"Happy cou'd I been beside you,

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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 lea' me,
"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 "Glitt❜ring 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, O 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 saul ye swear?

"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.

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