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sport it will be when we are all drowning, to see how that man's red nose will make the water biz when it comes about it; at which words they all fell to laughing and cherished the crew, so that they made another attempt to (illegible text)eather out, and got all safe ashore at last.

John Falkirk's Love Letter to the Fiddler's Widow

My lovely Bet, the beauty of old age, thy hoary head, and louching shoulders incline to mortality; yet I still compare thee to the Eagle that has renewed her youth, or leek with a white head and a green tail, this comes to thee with my kind compliments for kisses of thy lips and the fondness I had for thy late bed fellow, Fiddler Pate, my brother pensioner; Oh! how we drank others healths with the broe of the bucket ewes, we brought from boughts of the German Boors; but it's nonsense to praise the dead, when in the dust, yet a better Vialer never freeded on a silken cord, or (illegible text)littled a cat's trypes wi' his finger-ends,