THE
COMIC TALE
OF
MARGARET AND THE MINISTER.
A douse, religious, kintry wife,
That liv‘d a quiet contented life,
To show respect unto the priest,
Whom she asteem‘d within her breast,
Catch‘d twa fat hens, baith big an’ plump
An’ butter she pack’d up a lump,
Which she a present meant to gie him,
And wi’ them aff she gaed to see him.
Dressed in her ain auld kintry fas‘on,
Wi‘ brown stuff gown, an‘ braw white
bussin,
A dark blue cloak an’ hood co‘er‘d a‘,
Sae lade, sae clad, she march‘d awa;
Thus trudg‘d alang—an‘ hence, belyve
At the manse door she did arrive—
Rapp‘t, was admitted by the maid;
Ben to the kitchen wi‘ her gade—
Syne for the Minister inquir ‘d,
Who soon came butt, as she desir‘d,
When she to him a curtchie made,
An‘ he to her thus smiling said
