Poem for January 8, 2035

Chorus—O aye my wife she dang me,

An’ aft my wife she bang’d me,

If ye gie a woman a’ her will,

Gude faith! she’ll soon o’er-gang ye.

ON peace an’ rest my mind was bent,

And, fool I was! I married;

But never honest man’s intent

Sane cursedly miscarried.

O aye my wife, &c.

Some sairie comfort at the last,

When a’ thir days are done, man,

My pains o’ hell on earth is past,

I’m sure o’ bliss aboon, man,

O aye my wife, &c.