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But hear their absent thoughts o'ither,
They're a' run deils and jades thegither.
Whyles owre the wee bit cup and platie,
They sip the scandal potion pretty:
Or lee-lang nights, wi' crabbit leuks,
Pore owre the devil's pictur'd beuks;
Stake on a chance a farmer's stack yard,
And cheat like ony unhang'd blackguard.
They're a' run deils and jades thegither.
Whyles owre the wee bit cup and platie,
They sip the scandal potion pretty:
Or lee-lang nights, wi' crabbit leuks,
Pore owre the devil's pictur'd beuks;
Stake on a chance a farmer's stack yard,
And cheat like ony unhang'd blackguard.
There's some exception, man and woman
By this, the sum was out o' sight,
And darker gloamin brought the night:
The bum-clock humm'd wi' lazy drone,
The kye stood rowtin i' the loan;
When up they gat, and shook their lugs,
Rejoic'd they werena men, but dogs:
And each took aff his several way,
Resolv'd to meet some ither day.
By this, the sum was out o' sight,
And darker gloamin brought the night:
The bum-clock humm'd wi' lazy drone,
The kye stood rowtin i' the loan;
When up they gat, and shook their lugs,
Rejoic'd they werena men, but dogs:
And each took aff his several way,
Resolv'd to meet some ither day.
