The bargain lookit fair eneugh- But years have come, and years have gane, Since she got her annuity. She's crined3 awa' to bane an' skin. She munches wi' her wizen'd gums, An' stumps about on legs o' thrums,+ But comes-as sure as Christmas comes- I read the tables drawn wi' care For an Insurance Company; Her chance o' life was stated there, Wi' perfect perspicuity. But tables here or tables there, She's lived ten years beyond her share, An's like to live a dozen mair, To ca' for her annuity. Last Yule she had a fearfu' hoast 5 I thought a kink might set me free I led her out, 'mang snaw and frost, But Diel ma' care-the blast gaed by, And miss'd the auld anatomy It just cost me a tooth, forbye If there's a sough o' cholera Or typhus-wha sae gleg9 as she! She doesna need-she's fever proof-- The pest walk'd o'er her roof- Ae day she fell her arm she brak—-- It's cured!-She handles't like a flail- Wi' her and her annuity. Her broozled flesh and broken banes, They die when they're exposed to air- If mortal means could nick her thread, Ca't murder—or ca't homicide I'd justify 't-an' do it tae. But how to fell a wither'd wife That's carved out o' the tree o' life The timmer limmer daurs 14 the knife 9 Sharp. 13 Endure. 10 Hand. 11 Bruised. The wooden hussy dares. 12 Toads. I'd try a shot. But whar's the mark? Her vital parts are hid frae me. Her back-bane wanders through her sark In an unkenn'd corkscrewity. She's palsified-an' shakes her head Sae fast about, ye scarce can see't— It's past the power o' steel or lead To settle her annuity. she'll not She might be drown'd ;—but go Or hang'd-if cord could grip a throat It's fitter far to hang the rope It draws out like a telescope "Twad tak a dreadfu' length o' drop To settle her annuity. Will puzion 15 do't?-It has been tried. She gangs by instinet,-like the brutes,- The Bible says the age o' man Threescore and ten perchance may be. She's ninety-four.-Let them wha can Explain the incongruity. She should hac lived afore the flood She's come o' Patriarchal blood She's some auld Pagan mummified 15 Poison. She's been embalm'd inside and out- Lot's wife was fresh compared to her— The water-drap wears out the rock It's pay me here-an' pay me thereAn' pay me, pay me, evermair— I'll gang demented wi' despairI'm charged for her annuity. 16 Witch. H, 'tis time I should talk to your mother, "Oh, don't talk to my mother," says Mary, Beginning to cry: "For my mother says men are deceivers, And never, I know, will consent; She says girls in a hurry who marry, "Then, suppose I would talk to your father, Sweet Mary," says I; "Oh, don't talk to my father," says Mary, Beginning to cry : |