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ound dividend,

an&039; ony ds an&039; sses&039; fates

are there that night decided:

kdle uthie side by side,

and burn thegither trily;

start awa wi&039; saucy pride,

an&039; jup out owre the chilie

fu&039; high that night

jean slips a, wi&039; tentie e&039;e;

wha &039;as, she wadna tell;

but this is jock, an&039; this is ,

she says to hersel&039;:

he bleez&039;d owre her, an&039; she owre hi,

as they wad never air part:

till fuff! he started up the ,

an&039; jean had e&039;en a sair heart

to see&039;t that night

poor willie, wi&039; his bow-kail runt,

was brunt wi&039; prisie allie;

an&039; ary, nae doubt, took the drunt,

to be par&039;d to willie:

all&039;s nit p out, wi&039; pridefu&039; flg,

an&039; her a fit, it brunt it;

while willie p, and swore by jg,

&039;as jt the way he wanted

to be that night

nell had the fae-hoe her &039;,

she pits hersel an&039; rob ;

lovg bleeze they sweetly jo,

till white ase they&039;re bb:

nell&039;s heart was danc at the view;

she whisper&039;d rob to leuk for&039;t:

rob, stownls, prie&039;d her bonie ou&039;,

fu&039; zie the neuk for&039;t,

unseen that night

but rran sat beht their backs,

her thoughts on andrew bell:

she lea&039;es the gash at their cracks,

an&039; slips out—by hersel&039;;

she thro&039; the yard the nearest taks,

an&039; for the kiln she goes then,

an&039; darkls grapit for the bauks,

and the be-ce throws then,

right fear&039;t that night

an&039; ay she &039;t, an&039; ay she swat—

i wat she ade nae jauk;

till thg held with the pat,

good lord! but she was auk!

but whether &039;as the deil hisel,

or whether &039;as a bauk-en&039;,

or whether it was andrew bell,