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Says Tam, wha did that, de’il confound him,
Fair play, let me win at the loon,
And he whirl’d his stick round and round him,
And swore like a very dragoon.
Lilt te turan an uran, &c.
Then next for a house they gade glow’ring.
Whare they might get wetting their mou',
Says Meg—here’s a house keeps a pouring,
At the sign o’ the muckle black cow.
A cow, quo’ Jenny, ye gawky,
Preserve us, but ye’ve little skill,
Ye haveral, did ye e’er see hawky
Like that, look again and ye’ll see it’s a bull.
Lilt te turan an uran, &c.
But just as they darken’d the entry,
Says Willie, we’re now far eneugh,
I see it’s a house for the gentry,
Let’s gang to the sign o’ the Plough.
Na, faith, says Gibbie, we’se better
Gae dauner to auld Luckie Gunn’s,
For there I'm to meet wi’ my father,
And auld uncle Jock o’ the whins.
Lilt te turan an uran, &c.
Now they a’ in Luckie’s had landed,
Twa rounds at the bicker to try,
The whisky and yill round was handed,
And baps in great bourocks did he;
