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Quietly to his bed he slippet,
Sighin' aften to himsel—
"Nane are free frae some vexation,
Ilk ane has his ills to dree;
But thro' a' the hale creation
Is nae mortal vext like me!"
A night long he rowt and gantet,
Sleep or rest he could nae tak;
Maggy, aft wi' horror haunted,
Mumlin', started at his back.
Soon as e'er the morning peepet,
Up raise Watty, waefu chiel,
Kiss'd hiş weanies while they sleepit,
Wakent Meg, and sought farewel.
"Fareweel Meg!— And, Ol may Heav'n
Keep you ay within his care:
Watty's heart ye've lang been grievin',
Now he'll never fash you mair.
Happy could I been beside you,
Happy baith at morn at e'en:
A' the ills did e'er betide you,
Watty ay turn'd out your frien'.
But ye ever like to see me
Vext and sighin', late and air—
Fareweel Megl I've sworn to lea' thee,
So thou'll never see me mair.
Meg a' sabbin, saw to lose him,
Sic a change had never wist,
Held his hand close to her bosom,
"While her heart was like to burst.
