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( 21 ) Now ſince I'm aff fae mony a mile. There's naething got without ſome toil, I'll wait, croſs fortune anes may ſmile, Come want, come wealth, An' tak a pint in the meanwhile, To Heiden's health.

Sae, for a time, friends fare ye weel, My pot companions tru an leel, I wiſh you a a merry Yule Much mirth an glee, Nae mair young Jacks into the creel That day for me.

Same ither. Yule may yet caſt up, When we again ſhall meet. To drown our ſorrows in a cup, In caſe we live to ſee t.

THE END

ELEGY

ON

MAGGY SIMPSON,

Wbo Died Anno 1711.

AULD Reeky mourn in fable hue Let fouth o' tears dreep like May dew, To bra tippony bid adieu, Which we, wi greed, Bended as faſt as ſhe cou d brew, But now ſhes dead.