“4, 13th August 1792.
There lived a carl in Kellyburnbraes, old man Hey and the rue grows bonie wi’ thyme; And he had a wife was the plague o’ his days, And the thyme it is wither’d and rue is in prime; 5 And he had a wife was the plague o’ his days, And the thyme it is wither’d and rue is in prime. — Ae day as the carl gaed up the lang-glen, one, went, long Hey and the rue &c.
He met wi’ the Devil, says how do you fen? fend/how are you 10 And the thyme it is wither’d and rue is in prime; I’ve got a bad Wife, sir, that’s a’ my complaint, Hey and the rue &c.
For, saving your presence, to her ye’re a saint, And the thyme &c.
15 It’s neither your stot nor your staig I shall crave, bullock, colt Hey and the rue &c.
But gie me your wife, man, for her I must have, give And the thyme &c.
O, welcome most kindly!
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