5
Broken glasses, prostrate tables,
Thickly strew'd the yill-house floor,
Telliug mair than Æsop's fables
Ever told o' Folly's lore.
Coats without lappels gave ssrrow
To their owners' hearts I trou;
Others plainly felt neist morrow
Wad meet them wi' faces biue.
Watchmen took a dram, an' tauld us
To be aff withoat delay,
Or the lock-up wad infauld us
In its precious womb till day.
Quickly was our bill presented-
Landlords aye tak' care o' that-
And it was sae weel per cented,
It soon cured us o' our chat.
Faces black wi' blows grew blacker
When they heard the landlord's claim;
Some were swearing by their maker
They noo ken't the worth o‘ hame.
Fun, and even strife, subsided,
Dullness on us laid her han',
Tho' without, by wisdom guided,
Larks proclaim'd the cheering dawn.
