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20 THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D.

Too aft my thirsty throat to cool, I went to visit the punch bowl, Which makes me now wear reddish wool instead o' black; Or I must foot the cutty stool Wi' deil'a plack.

The chappen-stoup, the pint an' gill, Too aft caused for to fill, Ay loving those wha would sit still, An' wet the mouth, Ne'er minding that the TULLO HILL, Leads people south.

O but that loving laid Kingswells My blessings flow where his foot swells, Lang life to him whate'er befals, God be his guide, He's cur'd a thousand thirsty sauls, An' mine beside.

O had I but thae days again, Which I sae freely spent in vain, I'd strive some better for to ken, What future chance Should blaw me here out o'er the main, An' sae near France

" But sincewhat ai's maun ay befall " The chiel that will be prodigal; " When wasted to the very spaul "He turns his tusk, "For want o' comfort to his saul, "On hungry husk."