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 Ha! ha! ſic ſport! I think I ſee,

Young Baxter chewling for his tea ſaying!

That villan,

And pollock greeting that his done?

Aud Mr Moor about his ſhoon,

And twa three ſhillings.

On James Brown of Bamanna lone,

drew a ſtroke that made him groan; & did him

Nip.

I trow he may confeſs the tale;

made the Brown a black for ſale:

Wi ae dip.

He for his bill may advertiſe.

And cry thro' all; anſe, twice thrize;

And a the leave o't,

It garrs me in my ſleeve to ſmile;

o think how him I did beguile:

And ſearce did crave't

That hardy merchant ironſide,

is purſe I gar'd him open wide,

Aud him did trick.

Say what they like, I will aſſert,

Who more then me can be expert; may cheat

Auld nick:

But ah! me! yet for all that's come,

Two fares my honeſt wife at home?

I must bemoan her.

Pſha never mind, what's afterwards?

Live din'd. Let's have a game at cards,

and play catch honours,

Come, (Footman, ) bring the chards and dice;

Mulld wine and rum, or ſome thing nice

(Stay let me ſee)

You coffee may or chocklate make:

Or yet cockoa: for I can't take,

The beſt of tea.

And then for ſupper, get me dreſsed

Some pyes, and cuſtards of the beſt,

And get them right