039; the sses;
but her tap-pickle maist was lost,
whan kiutlin in the fause-house
wi' him that night.
the auld guid-wife's weel-hoordit nits
are round an' round dividend,
an' mony ds an' sses' fates
are there that night decided:
some kindle couthie side by side,
and burher trimly;
some start awa wi' saucy pride,
an' jump out owre the chimlie
fu' high that night.
jean slips in twa, wi' tentie e'e;
wha 'twas, she wadna tell;
but this is jock, an' this is me,
she says in to hersel&
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