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WATTY AND MEG.
KEEN the frosty winds war blawin',
deep the snaw had wreathed the ploughs,
Watty, weary't a' day sawin',
daunert down to Mungo Blue's.
Dryster Jock was sitting cracky,
wi' Pate Tamson o' the hill;
"Come awa'," quo' Johny, "Watty!
haith we'se ha'e anither gill.”
Watty, glad to see Jack Jabes,
and sae mony neighbours roun',
Kicket frae his shoon the sna' ba's,
syne ayont the fire sat down.
Owre a broad wi' bannocks heapet,
cheese and stoups, and glasses stood;
Some war roarin', ithers sleepit,
ithers quietly chewed their cude.
Jock was sellin' Pate some tallow,
a' the rest a racket hel',
A' but Watty, wha, poor fellow,
şat and smoket by himsel';
Mungo fill't him up a toothfu',
drank his health and Megg's in ane;
Watty puffin' out a mouthfu',
pledg'd him wi' a dreary grain.
"What's the matter, Watty, wi' you ?
trouth your chafts are fa'ing in!
Something's wrang-I'm vext to see you-
gudesake! but ye're desp'rate thin."
