I grumbled sair to get the geet,
At sic a merry time.
PART III.
Now Maggy’s twasome in a swoon,
A counsel held condemns the loon,
The cushle mushle thus gaed roun’,
Our bonny Clark,
He’ll get the dud an’ sarken gown,
That ugly sark.
Consider, sirs, now this his crime,