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 That they wad better be in haste After so much oration; It's just to be, or not to be, To take an unkenn'd doze, Short sighted man can hardly see An inch before his nose.

I'll ask 'hi favour frae ilk man, And ye will surely grant it, To drink it up as quick's you can, Nor take time to decant it; Like-bugle-horns then in a raw, They glower up to the lift, And it was hardly down when twa O' them began to rift.

That's curious stuff, it's made me weel, I ne'er drank this before, Wi' that the Soda Water chiel Got up wi' sic a roar; I'm gone, I'm poison’d, fatal drink! For me there is no cure; When o'er his cheeks, black streams like Ran gushing to the floor.

He held the bottle up to break, Nae langer life expeckin', Syne read the label round it's neck, The real ; He's ill before, but now he's worse, Wi' grit and ga he's partin', And twixt ilk boak he gaed a curse Against real.