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/ The wife she was ailin', the doctor was ca'ed, / She was makkin' eneuch din for twa, / While Peter was suppin' his brose at the fire, / No' heedin' the cratur' ava. / "Eh, doctor! My back's fair awa' wi' it noo, / It was rackit the day spreadin' dung; / Hae Peter! Come owre wi' the lamp, like a man, / Till the doctor can look at my tongue!"
But Peter had bade wi' her near forty year, / Fine acquaint wi' her weel-soopled jaw, / Sae he lowsed his tap button for ease till his wame, / Wi' a gant at the wag-at-the-wa'. / "Weel Isie," says he, "an' it's me that should ken, / That's the ae place ye niver hae cramp. / The lamp's bidin' here: if he's seekin' a sicht / O' yer tongue he can pull't to the lamp!"