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 It is the moon I ken her horn,

That's blinkin in the lift sae hie;

She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,

But by my sooth she'll wait a wee

We are na fou, &c.

Wha first shall rise to gang awa,

A cuckold coward loon is he!

Wha last beside his chair shall fa',

He shall be king amang us three.

We are na fou, &c.

