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It is the moon I ken her horn,
That's blinkin in the lift sae hie;
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,
But by my sooth she'll wait a wee
We are na fou, &c.
Wha first shall rise to gang awa,
A cuckold coward loon is he!
Wha last beside his chair shall fa',
He shall be king amang us three.
We are na fou, &c.
F I N I S.
