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THE "WYF Or AUCHTJEMUCHTT. 119 |
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And likkit up five, left him bot twa. Than out he ran in all his mane,
How sune he hard the gaislingis cry ; Bot than or he come in agane, «
The calfis brak louss and sowkit the ky.
The calvis and ky being met in the lone,
The man ran with ane rung to red; Than by thair cumis ane ill-willy cow,
And brodit his buttok quhill that it bled, oo Than hame he ran to an rok of tow,
And he satt doun to say the spynning ; I trow he lowtit our neir the low,
Quoth he, " This wark hes ill begynning."
Than to the kyrn that he did stoure, «
And jumlit at it quhill he swatt: Quhen he had jumlit a full lang houre,
The sorrow crap of butter he gatt. Albeit na butter he could gett,
Yit he wes cummerit with the kyrne, ro
And syne he het the milk our hett,
And sorrow a spark of it wald yirne.
Than ben thair come ane gredy sow,
I trow he cund hir littil thank ; For in scho schot hir mekle mow, it
And ay scho winkit and scho drank. He cleikit up ane crukit club,
And thocht to hitt the sow ane rout; |
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