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’Tis kind, therefore, I winna strive My doughty deeds here to descrive, A lightsome life still did I thrive. Did never itch. By out an’ in abouts to drive, For to mak rich.

I ne’er laid money up in store, Into a hole behind the door, A shilling, penny, less or more, I aye did scatter, ’Tis just, now, I should drink, therefore, Sma’ beer or water.

I never sooner siller got, But a’ my pouches it would plot, And scorch them fair, it was sae hot; Then to get clear Of it, I swill’d it down my throat, In ale or beer.

Thus, a’ my failing was my glass. An’ anes to please a bonny lass, I, like a silly amorous ass. Drew forth my gully, An’ through an’ through at the first pass, Ran Mr. Willy.

Sae far this mad, though merry fit, I was sair vexed, and forced to flit, They plagu’d me sae wi’ pay and sit. Quo’ they, You thief, How durst you try to steal a bit Forbidden beef?