an' aye on sundays duly, nightly,
i on the questions targe them tightly;
till, faith! wee davock's grown sae gleg,
tho' scarcely han y,
he'll screed you aff effectual calling,
as fast as ony in the dwalling.
i've nane in female servant station,
(lord keep me aye frae a' temptation!)
i hae nae wife—and thay my bliss is,
an' ye have id ax on misses;
an' then, if kirk folks dinna clutch me,
i ken the deevils darena touch me.
wi' weans i'm mair than weel tented,
heav' me ane mae than i wanted!
my son
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