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23 Maggy Johston's Elegy.

Whan we were wearied at the gouss, Then Maggy Johnstons was our houſſ, Now as our gamesters may sit douſſ, Wi' hearts like lead. Death wi' his rung reach'd her a youſſ, An, sae she's dead.

Maun we be forc'd thy ſkill, to tine, For which we will right sair repine? Or hast thou left to bairns of thine, The panky knack, O brewing ale amaist like wine, That gar d us crack?

Sae brawly did a peasc-scon tost, Biz i' the quaff, and flee the frost, There we gat fu wi' little cost, An' muckle speed ; Now wae worth death, our sport's a lost, Since Maggy's dead.

Ae summer night I was sae fu', Amang the riggs I gaed to spew, Syne down on a green bank I trow, I took a nap, An' sought a night Balillilu, As souns a tap.

An' whan the dawn began to glow, I hirsled up my dizzy pow, Frae mang the corn like worry-kow, Wi' banes fu, sair, An' kend nae mair than if a yow, How I came there