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The tale you tell seems wondrous strange,
seems wondrous strange to me,
To think a wife without a head
could either speak or see :
The things that happen here awa,
are wonderful to me:
I cou’d amaist wi’ Bessie say,
’tis neither you nor she
When Johnny he came hame again,
his heart was unco fain,
To see his bonny Bessukie,
come te hersell again:
Sittin' on a stoolikin',
an’ Tibbock on her knee;
Cryin' come awa' my Johnny lad,
for this is no me quo she
for this is now me;
I’ve got a wee bit napokie,
and this is now me.
Then Johnny took her in his arms,
his heart was unco glad.
To see his bonny Bessukie,
now a'right but the head;
Although you’ve lost your gowden locks,
your pouch and pursukie,
Come to your bed my Bessukie,
and happy we shall be.
FINIS.
