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She’s nae senseless vain idle taupie,
gaen clashin’ about here and there,
She studies to make me ay happy,
and snod-like at Kirk and at Fair;
‘Mang neighbours she raises nae ferment,
house-secrets does never reveal.
But sits in the house wi’ contentment,
and tugs at the twa-handed Wheel.
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Bonaparte's gone to St. HELENA.
Now Bonney is awa’,
From his warring and fightin’
He is gone to the place
That he ne’er can delight in;
He may sit now and tell
Of the scenes he hath seen a’,
While forlorn he doth mourn
On the Isle St. Helena.
No more at St. Clouds
He’ll appear in great splendour,
Nor go forth with his crouds,
Like the Great Alexander;
