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KEMPT KATE. |
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Atween her neis bot and her raou Was inch thick deep o' dirt, dirt, Was inch thick deep o' dirt. 85
She had twa een intil her head
War like twa rotten plooms; The heavy brows hung down her face,
And O I vow she glooms, glooms 1
And O I vow she glooms! <o
Uka hair that was on her head
Was like a heather cow, And ilka louse that lookit out
Was like a lintseed bow, bow,
Was like a lintseed bow. e
When Kempy Kaye cam to the house,
He lookit thro' a hole, And there he saw the dirty drab
Just whisking oure the coal, coal,
Just whisking oure the coal. so
He gied to her a braw silk napkin, Was made o' an auld horse brat;
" I ne'er wore a silk napkin a' my life, But weel I wat Is'e wear that, that, But weel I wat Is'e wear that." a
He gied to her a braw gowd ring,
Was made frae an auld brass pan, " I ne'er wore a gowd ring in a' my life,
But now I wat I'se wear ane, ane,
But now I wat Is'e wear ane." ao |
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