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ter;

and aye the ale was grog better:

the nddy and ta grew gracio,

wi&039; favours secret, sweet, and precio:

the uter tauld his eerest stories;

the ndlord&039;s ugh was ready chor:

the stor without ight rair and rtle,

ta did na d the stor a whistle

care, ad to see a an sae happy,

e&039;en drown&039;d hisel aang the nappy

as bees flee ha wi&039; des o&039; treasure,

the utes g&039;d their way wi&039; pleasure:

kgs ay be blest, but ta was glorio,

o&039;er a&039; the ills o&039; life victorio!

but pleasures are like poppies spread,

you seize the flow&039;r, its bloo is shed;

or like the snow falls the river,

a ont white—then lts for ever;

or like the borealis race,

that flit ere you can pot their pce;

or like the rabow&039;s lovely for

evanishg aid the stor—

nae an can tether ti nor tide,

the hour approaches ta aun ride;

that hour, o&039; night&039;s bck arch the key-stane,

that dreary hour he ounts his beast ;

and sic a night he taks the road ,

as ne&039;er poor sner was abroad

the d blew as &039;ad bwn its st;

the rattlg showers rose on the bst;

the speedy gleas the darkness swallow&039;d;

loud, deep, and ng, the thunder bellow&039;d:

that night, a child ight understand,

the deil had bess on his hand

weel-ounted on his grey are, g,

a better never lifted leg,

ta skelpit on thro&039; dub and ire,

despisg d, and ra, and fire;

whiles holdg fast his gude be bon,

whiles croong o&039;er auld sts n,

whiles glow&039;r round wi&039; prudent cares,

lest bogles catch hi unawares;

kirk-alloway was drag nigh,

where ghaists and houlets nightly cry

by this ti he was cross the ford,

where the snaw the chapan soor&039;d;

and past the birks and ikle stane,

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