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( 18 ) This laid their din, the drink was ſtale, An' to't they gade wi' tooth en nail; An' wives whale rotten muſks did fail Wi' bread and cheeſe, They birl'd fu' faſt at butter'd ale To gi'e them eaſe.

They ca' upon me, then dadda, Come tune your fiddle, play us a Jig or hornpipe. nae mair SOL FA, My bonny cock, The Kirk an' you maun pluck a fa' About young Jock.

Play up "Sae merry as we hae been,“ Or, "Wat ye wha we met eſtreen?" Or, "Laſs, will ye lend me your leem?" Or, "Soap o' Brandy; Or, “Gin the Kirk wad let's alane ;" Or, "Houghmagandy."

Sic tunes as theſe, yea, three or four, They called for, ill mat they scour, Play, cries che cummer, wi' a glour, The wanton toudy, Wha did the Dominie cing o'er, Juſt heels o'er goudy.]

O muſic I had little ſkill, But as I cou'd I play'd my fill; It was my beſt to law good-will: Yet a my drift Was bed how I might win the hill, The wives to ſhift.