Alexander Wilson

“ Them I bore-but marrying Maggy
Laid the cap-stane o' them a',
Night a day she's ever yelping,
Wi' the weans she ne'er can gree,
When she's tired with perfect skelping,
Then she flees like fire on me. ”

“ Gin ye break this dreadfu' promise,
Never mair expect to thrive.
Margaret Howe, this hour ye solemn
Swear by everything that's gude,
Ne'er again your spouse to scal' him,
Whilelife warms your heart and blood. ”

“ Aff gaed bonnet, claes, and shoon;
Syne below the blankets, glorious,
Held anither Hinny-Moon.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”