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( 6 ) When he committed all theſe tricks For which he weel deſerv'd his licks, Wi red-coats he did intermis, When he foreſaw The puniſhment the Kirk inflicts On fowls that fa'.

Then to his thrift he bade adieu, When wi' his crime he dopp'd his mou', He chang'd his coat to red and blue, An', like a foat, Did the poor Clerk convert into A Royal Scot.

An' now fowks uſe me at their wills, My name is blawn out-o er the hills, At barquets, feaſts, a' mouths it fills, 'Twixt each Here's t thee. 'Tis Core traduc'd at kilns and milns. And common ſmithy.

Then Dominies, I you beſeech Keep very far from Bacchus' reach, He drowned a my cares to preach, Wi' his ma't-bree, I've wore fair banes by mony a bleech O his tap-tree.

If Venus docs poſſeſs your mind, Her anticks ten times warſe ye ll find, For to ill tricks ſhe's fae inclin'd. For proticks paſt, She blew me here before the wind: Cauld be her caſt.