POEMS 179 



Maggy syne,^* because he prest her, 

 Swore to a' thing o'er again ; 



Watty lap/** and danc'd, and kist her ; 

 Wow ! but he was won'rous fain. 



Down he threw his staff, victorious; 



Aff gaed bonnet, claes, and shoon; 

 Syne below the blankets, glorious. 



Held anither Hinnymoon ! 



" Then. »» Leaped. 



