“A Guid New-Year I wish thee, Maggie!”
“It’s now some nine -an’-twenty year, sin thou was my guid-father’s meere;….”
“That day ye pranc’d wi’ muckle pride when ye bore home my bonnie bride;….”
“Many a sair darg we twa hae wrought, an’ wi’ the weary warl’ fought! An’ mony an anxious day I thought we would be beat! Yet here to crazy age we’re brought, wi, something yet.”.

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