Shall live my Highland Mary.
Was there anything ever written more sad, pathetic and sweet?
Following is a little poem written in a different vein which may serve as a sort of temperance lesson to some husbands who stay out late at night having a good time. The recreant husband's name in the poem is Mr. Jo, and Mrs. Jo sends it in to him good and hard. Says Mr. Jo:
O let me in this ae night,
This ae, ae, ae night;
For pity's sake this ae night,
O rise and let me in, Jo!
Thou hear'st the winter wind and weet;
Nae star blinks thro' the driving sleet.