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21 THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D. 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, freinds, fare ye weel, My pot companions, true and leel, I wish ye a' a merry Yule, Much mirth and glee, Tae mair young Jacks into the creel, That day for me.

Some 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 JOHNSTON, Who Died Anno 1711.

AULD Reeky mourn in sable hue, Let fouth o' tears dreep like May dew, To bra' tippeny bid adieu, Which we wi' greed, Bended as fast as she brew could, But now she's dead.