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Maggie and Wabster Jack.

Preserve us Johnny! you've tranlooms mony;
I thought I saw them a' wi' my een;
But tho’ ye skin them up su’ bonnie,
ye re no rich as ye wad seem:
The loom, for guid-sake, ride nae mair on her,
ye’ll break her back, she's false at the bame:
Amang the traddles ye’ll light wi’ dishonour,
ye’re no sae rich as ye wad seem.

Your headles are auld, your kavels are rotten,
your shuttle's a lazy jade, I ween;
Your traddles but aruie, twa o’ them broken:
Ye're no sae rich as ye wad seem.
I douna think on cawing your pirns,
you’ll ay be girnin’, and ay at hame;
I doubt you’ve stoun your team o’ yarn:
ye’re no so rich as ye wad seem.

For a’ your mug and stinking sowen,
I rather wad hae a cegfu' o' ream:
Commend me to a lad that has a’ growing:
ye re no so rich as ye wad seem.
I saw the pot ye got from Holland,
reaming wi wash a-hint your loom,
To lay the touzie hair on the plaiden:
ye’re no sae rich as ye wad seem.

A spurtle Johnny, is easy gotten,
(illegible text) be slick may do that's clean:
But (illegible text) the meal to mak the brose?
ye’re no so rich as ye wad seem.