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v. 



No to the fore ! I micht hae guess'd 

 Some ill or ither cam' o't ; 



It 's gane the gate o' a' the rest, 

 And nane to bear the blame o't. 



VI. 



Aweel, aweel ! mishaps, we ken, 

 Are coupled aye thegither ; 



Sae, gudewife, rax us ypnner hen 

 She 's dainty in the feather. 



VII. 



A mawkin lug and tinsey braw, 

 Ben in the kist ye '11 find them, 



Auld reel and tippets, aims and a' 

 The aims be shure and mind them 



VIII. 



It gangs a wee agen the grain 

 To thole sae mony troubles ! 



And yet, gudewife, to ilka ane 



There 's graith amang the stubbles. 



IX. 



It 's neither dole nor deep lament 

 Will mend a bodie's grievance ; 



Sae e'en we '11 haud ourselves content 

 Wi' thae wee bits o' leavins ; 



