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y blessgs on ye, honest wife!

i ne&039;er was here before;

ye&039;ve wealth o&039; ar for spoon and knife—

heart uld not wish for ore

heav&039;n keep you clear o&039; sturt and strife,

till far ayont foursre,

and while i toddle on thro&039; life,

i&039;ll ne&039;er gae by your door!