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Now ſince I'm aff ſae 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 mean while, To Heilden's health.

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

Some ither Yule may yes caſt up, When we again ſhall meet To drown our ſorrows in a cup, In caſe we live to ſee't.

T H E E N D

E L  E  G  Y

ON

M A G G Y S I M P S O N,

Who died Anno 1711.

AULD Reeky mourn in ſable hue, Let 'outh o' tears dreep like May-dew, To braw tippony bid adieu, Which we wi' greed, Bended as faſt as ſhe cou'd brew, But now ſhe's dead.