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And ay she wint, and aye she swat,
 I wat she made nae jaukin;
Till something held within the pat,
 Gude L—d! but she was quakin!
But whether 'twas the Deil himsel,
 Or whether 'twas a bauk-en',
Or whether it was Andrew Bell,
 She did na wait on talkin
To spier that night.

Wee Jenny to her Grannie says,
 Will ye gae wi' me, Grannie?
I'll eat the apple^[1] at the glass
 I gat frae uncle Johnnie.
She fuff't her pipe wi' sic a lunt,
 In wrath she was sae vap'rin,
She notic't nae an isle brunt
 Her braw new worset apron
Out-thro' that night.

Ye little skelpie limmer's face,
 I daur you try sic sportin,
As seek the foul thief ony place,
 For him to spae your fortune;
Nae doubt but ye may get a sight,
 Great cause ye hae to fear it;

demand. Wha bauds? that is Who holds: An answer will be returned from the kiln pot, by naming the Christian and Sirname of your future Spouse.

1. Take a Candle and go alone to a Looking-glass; eat an Apple before it, and some traditions say you should comb your hair all the time, the face of your conjugal companion to be will be seen in the glass, as peeping over your shoulder.