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Gin ye break this dreadfu' promise,
never mair expect to thrive,
Margret Howe, this hour ye solemn
swear by evey thing that's gude,
Ne'er again your spouse to scald him;
while life warms your heart and blood,
That ye'll ne'er in Mungo's seek me-
ne'er put drunken to my name-
Never out at eening steek me-
never gloom when I come hame-
That you ne'er, like Bessy Miller,
kick my shins, or rug my hair-
Lastly, I'm to keep the siller-
this upon your soul you swear?".
'Oh,' quo' Meg-'Aweel', quo' Watty,
farewel, faith I'll try the seas."
"O stan' still," quo' Meg, and grat ay
“ Ony, ony way you please;"
Maggy tyne, because he prest her,
swore to a' thing owr again.
Watty lap, and danc't and kist her,
wow but he was won'rous fain,
Down he threw his staff victorious,
aff gaed bonnet, claes and shoon,
Syne below the blaukets glorious,
they enjoy'd the honey-moon.
