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Now Maggie fidg'd and claw’d her head,
cry’d, Donald will ye murder me?
But he laid on the other thump,
you cuckold me, oh-on-o-rie.
When Donald and his wife had done,
they both with one consent did part,
A sodger he went off to be,
and Maggy keeps a chearful heart.
JENNY NETTLES.
SAW ye Jenny Nettles,
Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles,
Saw ye Jenny Nettles,
coming frae the market;
Bag and baggage on her back,
her fee and bountith in her lap;
Bag and baggage on her back,
and a babie in her oxter.
I met ayont the Kairny,
Jenny Nettles, Jenny Nettles,
Singing till her bairny,
Robin Rattle’s bastard;
To flee the dool upo’ the stool,
and ilka ane that mocks her,
She round about seeks Robin out,
to stap it in his oxter.
Fy, fy! Robin Rattle,
Robin Rattle, Robin Rattle;
Fy, fy! Robin Rattle,
use Jenny Nettles kindly:
