Chapter 967 of 1414 · 60 words · ~1 min read

II.

Some sairie comfort still at last, When a' their days are done, man; My pains o' hell on earth are past, I'm sure o' bliss aboon, man. O ay my wife she dang me, And aft my wife did bang me, If ye gie a woman a' her will, Gude faith, she'll soon o'er-gang ye.

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