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 Our neighbours, when they hear the din, Then helter-skelter they come in; An’ teeth-an’ nail we a’ begin Upon, the merry pay night! Hey, the merry, &c.

The Police are a meddling pack. They’ll no let neighbours hae their crack: But pounce at aince upon their back Upon the merry pay-night! Hey, the merry, &c.

Then aff they march us in a raw, Wi’ police-bracelets on each paw: An’ wow but we are unco braw Upon the merry pay-night! Hey, the merry, &c.

But Monday settles a’ disputes— Then we maun pawn our bits o’ clouts To pay our fines, for bloody snouts We got upon the pay-night! Hey, the merry, &c.

A Ploughman down in Somersetshire, Wha’d saved up ten pound-notes, I’m told, Hearing how bankers fail’d, did swear He’d have his notes all changed for gold.

He got his purse, but was so cross, ’Cause his son smiled, he wopped the younker Then went, and begg'd the farmer's horse, And off he gallop'd to the banker.