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For G-dsake, Sirs, then speak her fair! And straik her canie wi' the hair, And to the muckle house repair Wi' instant speed, And strive wi' a' your wit and lear To get remead.
Yon ill-tongu'd tinker, Charlie Fox, May taunt you wi' his jeers and mocks, But gie him't het, my hearty cocks, E'en cowe the caddie, And send him to his dicing-box; And sporting-lady.
Tell yon gude blude o' auld Boconock's, I'll be in's debt twa mashlum bannocks, And drink his health in auld Nanse Tinnocks Nine times a week, If he some scheme like tea and winnocks, Wad kindly seek.
Could be some commutation broach, I'll pledge my aith in gude braid Scotch, He needna tear their foul reproach Nor erudition, Yon mixtic-maxtie, queer hotch-potch, The Coalition.
- 1 worthy old Hostess of the Author's
in MAUCHLIN, where he sometimes studied Politics over a glass of gude' auld Scotch Drink.
