THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D. 21
Now ſince I'm aff fae mony a mile, There's naething got without ſome toil, I'll wait; croſs fortune anes may ſmile, Come want, come wealth, An' tak a pint in the mean while, To Heilden's health.
Sae, for a time, friends, fare ye weel My pot companions, true an' leel, I wiſh you a' a merry Yule, Much mirth an' glee, Nae mair young Jacks into the creel That day for me.
Some ither Yule may yet caſt up, When we again ſhall meet; To drown our ſorrows in a cup, In caſe we live to ſeet.
THE END.
ELEGY
ON
MAGGY JOHNSTON,
Who died Anno 1711. AULD Reeky mourn in fable hue, Let fouth o tears dreep like May dew, To bra tippony bid adieu, Which we wi' greed, Bended as faſt as ſhe cou d brew, But now ſhe's dead.
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