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/ As I gang roon' the kintra-side / Amang the young an' auld, / I marvel at the things I see / An' a' the lees I'm tauld. / There's Mistress-weel, I winna say: / I wadna hurt her pride,- / But speerits hae a guff, gude-wife, / Nae peppermints can hide.
Then there's the carle I said maun bide / In bed or I cam' back, / An' frae the road I saw him fine / Gang dodgin' roond a stack; / I heard him pechin' up the stair / As I cam' in the door- / But Faith! My lad was in his bed / An' ettlin' for to snore.
An' here's a chap that needs a peel, / He chaws it roon' an' roon', / He's narra' i' the swalla', an' / He canna get it doon. / Yet whiles his swalla's wide eneuch, / The muckle ne'er-dae-weel, / Gin it had aye been narra'er / He hadna nott the peel.
Ye tend them a', baith great an' sma', / Frae cradle to the grave, / An' add to sorrows o' your ain / The tribbles o' the lave, / An' yet ye find they're a' the same, / When human natur's watched, / It's no' ill deeds they haud as wrang- / The sin o't 's when they're catched.