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4 I ne'er laid money up in ſtore, Into a hole behind the door, A ſhilling, penny, leſs or more, I did it ſcatter, 'Tis juſt, now, I ſhould drink, therefore, Sma' beer or water.

I never ſooner filler got, But a' my pouches it wou'd plot, And ſcorch them fair, it was fae hot; Then to get clear Of it, I ſwill'd it down my throat, In ale or beer.

Thus, a' my failing was my glaſs, An anes, to pleaſe a bonny laſs, I, like a ſilly amorous aſs, Drew forth my gully, An' thro' an' thro' at the firſt paſs Ran Mr. Willy.

Sae for this mad, though merry fit, I was fair vex'd and forc'd to flit, They plagu'd me fae wi' pay and fit, Quo' they, You theif, How durſt you try to ſteal a bit Forbidden beef?

O then I humbly plead that vos Wou'd make it your continual mos, Wi' hearts ſincere an' open os, You'd often pray,

A tali malo libra nos, O Domine.

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