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But, thro' a' the hale creation
is a mortal vext like me?"
A' night lang he rowt and gauntet,
sleep nor rest he cou'dna tak;
Maggy, aft wi' horror hauntet,
mum'lan started at his back.
Soon as e'er the morning peepet,
up raise Watty, waefu' chiel !
Kist bis weans while they sleepit,
waukent Meg, and sought farewel.
"Farewel, Meg! - And O may heav'n
keep you ay within his care;
Watty's heart ye’ve lang buen grievin',
now he'll never fash you mair.
Happy cou'd I been beside you;
happy baith at morn an e'en!
A' the ills that e'er betide you,
Watty ay turn'd out the frien',
But ye ever like to see me
vext and sighan late and air;
Farewel, Meg, I've sworn to lea' thee,
so thou'll never see ne mair."
Meg, a sabban, sae to lose him,
sic a change had never wist,
Held his haun close to her bosom,
while her heart was like to burst.
“ O my Watty, will ye lea' me,
frien'less, helpless, to despair,
O for this ae time forgi'e me,
never will I vex you mair."
