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; public haunts;

but thee, what were our fairs and rants?

ev&039;n godly etgs o&039; the saunts,

by thee spired,

when gapg they besie the tents,

are doubly fir&039;d

that rry night we t the rn ,

o sweetly, then, thou reas the horn !

or reek on a new-year orn

g or bicker,

an&039; jt a wee drap sp&039;ritual burn ,

an&039; gty sucker!

when vulcan gies his bellows breath,

an&039; ploughn gather wi&039; their graith,

o rare! to see thee fizz an freath

i&039; th&039; ggit caup!

then burne es on like death

at every chap

nae rcy then, for airn or steel;

the brawnie, banie, ploughan chiel,

brgs hard owrehip, wi&039; sturdy wheel,

the strong forehar,

till block an&039; studdie rg an reel,

wi&039; d cour

when skirlg weanies see the light,

though aks the gossips ctter bright,

how fubl&039; cuiffs their dearies slight;

wae worth the na!

nae howdie ts a cial night,

or pck frae the

when neibors anr at a plea,

an&039; jt as wud as wud can be,

how easy can the barley brie

cent the arrel!

it&039;s aye the cheapest wyer&039;s fee,

to taste the barrel

ake! that e&039;er y e has rean,

to wyte her untryn wi&039; trean!

but ony daily weet their wean

wi&039; liors nice,

an&039; hardly, a ter sean,

e&039;er spier her price

wae worth that brandy, burn trash!

fell urce o&039; ony a pa an&039; brash!

s ony a poor, doylt, drucken hash,

o&039; half his days;

an&039; sends, beside, auld stnd&039;s cash

to her warst faes

ye sts, wha wish auld stnd well!

ye chief, to you y tale i tell,

poor, pckless devils like ysel&039;!

it sets you ill,

wi&039; bitter, dearthfu&039; es to ll,

or foreign gill

ay gravels round his bther wrenc