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Soon they loo'd, and ſoon war buckl'd;
Nane took time to think and rue.
Youth and worth and beauty cuppl'd,
Luve had never leſs to do.
Three ſhort years few by fu' canty,
Jean and Will thought them but ane
Ilka day brought joy and plenty,
Ilka year a dainty wean.
Will wrought fair; but aye wi' pleaſure;
Jean the hale day ſpan and ſang:
Will and was her conſtant treaſure,
Bleſt wi' them nae day ſeem'd lang;
Trig her houſe, and oh! to bulk aye
Ilk ſweet bairn was a' her pride!
But at this time NEWS and WHISKY
Sprang nae up at ilk road-ſide.
Luckleſs was the hour whan Willie,
Hame returning frae the fair,
Ow'r-took Tam a neebour billie,
Sax miles frae their hame and mair.
