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CLVII
THE WEARY PUND |
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There sat a bottle in a bole,
Beyont the ingle low, And aye she took the tither souk
To drouk the stowrie tow.
Quoth I, For shame, ye dirty dame, Gae spin your tap o' tow !
She took the rock, and wi' a knock She brak it o'er my pow. |
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