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 The they mak up their trash,

(For it wastes the body as weel na the Cash)

Sae truly says Johni, an' weel Johnie kens

That it is ruination to enter their ,

Yes, I will ca them, an' no the best kind,

Gang in an' get tipy, an that ye will find,

For some try to plunder whae'er they get in,

Be't Dandy or Drover they'll fleece to the skin.

Avoid them, my friends, an' drink Coffee or Tea,

Sin' Johnie, &c.

Baith me an' my bairns were a' fleein in rags,

While sailin in silks are the Public House hags,

An' at our expense, I will tell'd to their face,

But will alter the case.

The Temp'rance Society I'm happy to tell

Is makin' my neebours a happy's mysel'

There's Girzy's Gudeman he has got a new coat

Sin' he lost the road to the Sign i' Steam-Boat.

The strongest he drinks now, &c.

An Girzy, puir body's as happy as me

Now some say to temper themsells the will try,

But somehow or ither they often get dry,

At times they may splice just for a single gill,

But then' tis a pity guid Company to spill,