The wearifu gaberlunyie-man.’
Some rade upo horse, some ran a-fit,
The wife was wood and out o’er wit;
She coud na gang, nor yet coud she sit,
But ay she cursd and she band.
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Mean time far hind outoer the lee,
Fou snug in a glen, where nane coud see,
The twa, with kindly sport and glee,
Cut frae a new cheese a whang.