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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, O 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 glats, An' anes. to pleaſe a bonny laſs, I, like a filly amorous aſs. Behav'd ſo ſilly, As do what honeſt ſo'k ca' ſafe, Sae did poor Willy.

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

O then I humbly plead that vos Would make it your continual mos, Wi' hearts ſincere. an open os. You'd often pray, A tali malo libra nos, O Domine.