POEMS 179 



Mag-gy 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. 



