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head,

when it was sair;

the wife sde cannie to her bed,

but ne&039;er spak air

“a untry ird had ta&039;en the batts,

or cururrg his guts,

his only n for hornbook sets,

an&039; pays hi well:

the d, for a guid gir-pets,

was ird hisel&039;

“a bonie ss—ye kend her na—

ill-brewn drk had hov&039;d her wa;

she trts hersel&039;, to hide the sha,

hornbook&039;s care;

horn sent her aff to her ng ha,

to hide it there

“that&039;s jt a swatch o&039; hornbook&039;s way;

th goes he on fro day to day,

th does he poin, kill, an&039; sy,

an&039;s weel paid for&039;t;

yet ss o&039; y wfu&039; prey,

wi&039; his dan&039;d dirt:

“but, hark! i&039;ll tell you of a plot,

tho&039; dna ye be speak o&039;t;

i&039;ll nail the self-nceited t,

as dead&039;s a herr;

neist ti we et, i&039;ll wad a groat,

he ts his fair!”

but jt as he began to tell,

the auld kirk-har strak the bell

wee short hour ayont the al&039;,

which rais&039;d baith:

i took the way that pleas&039;d ysel&039;,

and sae did death