with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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If there's ony siller, she maun keep the purse
[f I seek but a baubee she'll scauld and she'll curse^
She gangs like a queen—I scrimped and sparely,
0/ gin, S^c.
I never v/as given to wrangling nor strife,
Nor e'er did refuse her the comforts of life
Ere it come to a war I'm ay for a parley.
0/ gin, S^c,
A pint wi' her cummers I wad her allow,
But when she sits down she fills herself fou
And when she is fou she's unco camstarie,
0/ gin, S§c.
When she comes to the street she roars and she rants,
Has nae fear o' her neebors, nor minds the house
wants
She rants up some fool-sang, like " Up 'yer heart,
Charlier
0/ gin, ^c.
And when she comes hame she lays on the lads,
She ca's the lasses baith limmers and jads,
And I, my ain sell, an auld cuckold carlie,
0/ gin my wife wad drink hooly and fairly,
Hooly andfairly, hooly andfairly,
O ! gin my wife wad -drink^ hooly andfairly.