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An’ he’s hoddenly been a gud husband to me.

He seun hed a ship of his oan, an’ meàd money,

An’ seàv’t it, what he reckoned harder by far;

An’, ola’s weel-natur’t, free-heartit an’ funny,

He meàd his-sel frinds wid whativer com’ nār.

An’ es for my mūdder, ’at thowte me so silly,

An’ lang nowte but bad i’ poor Willie wad see,

I’s thenkful she leevet to say—“Bless thee son Willie,

“Many cūmforts we’ve hed but meàst cūmfort i’ thee.”

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O for Billy Watson’ lonnin’ of a lownd summer neeght!

When t’ stars come few an’ flaytely, efter weerin’ oot day-leeght—

When t’ black-kite blossom shews itsel’ i’ hafe-seen gliffs o’ grey,

An’ t’ honey-suckle’s scentit mair nor iver it is i’ t’ day.

An’ nūt a shadow, shap’ or soond, or seeght, or sign ’at tells

’At owte ’at’s wick comes santerin’ theer but you, yer oan two sel’s.

Ther’ cannot be anudder spot so private an’ so sweet,

As Billy Watson’ lonnin’ of a lownd summer neeght!

T’ Hempgarth Broo’s a cheersome pleàce when t’ whins bloom full o’ flooar—