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 Wi' ſing'd ſheep-heads, and a haggies, and ſcadlips to ſup till you ſpew. Fy let &c.

And there will be lapper'd-milk kebbocks, and ſowens and farls, and baps, Wi' ſwats and weel ſcraped paunches, and brandy in ſtoups and in caps And there will be meal-kail and cuſtocks, wi' ſkink to ſup till we rive, And roaſts to roaſt on a brander, Of fleuks that was taken alive: Fy let, &c.

Scrapt haddocks wilks, dulſe and tangle, and a mill of good to prie; When weary with eating and drinking, we'll riſe up and dance till we die. Then fy let us a' to the Bridal, for there will be lilting there, For Jockey's to be marry'd to Maggy, the laſs wi' the gouden hair.

he is the mildeſt King, that ever ſat on Britain's throne, Behold how wiſely he has acted, to his ſubjects every one.

But we're of a rebellious nature, and our minds are ne'er content, Likewiſe the moſt of our are on the King and Parliament.