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( 7 ) 21. They ſtap the windows up wi’ clouts, door wi’ ſtraw there is na doubts, cog o’ punch to heat their ſnouts, They’ll ha’e at ony price. They mak na now a reary, Altho’ the night be dreary, But drank about fu’ cheary, I wat they were na nice. 22. The bride by now was well an’ warm, fire had been her charm, , ſays ſhe, we’ll get no harm, To try out o’er the hill; To bide it makes a ravel, And now we’re fit for travel, We have no gout nor gravel, And nane has better will. . Skipper, with your art and ſkill, ’ll ſteer our course ſtraight o’er the hill, s get a warm pint and gill, Upon Auchronie’s green; Says he, I’ll ſee you righted, Since ye are ſo benighted, I think I will be knighted, To gang wi’ you my leen. . His courſe he ſteers, an’ wadna yield, wind or weather in the field, when he got his humours quield, He did the heart a’ tyne; He was na now gallantiſh, Nor fruſh and roving rantiſh, He ſaid he was growing fantiſh, And loſt the fuſion ſyne.