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 We'll aye be the merrier the langer we sit,

For we've drank thegither mony a time, and

sae will we yet.

And sae will we yet, &c.

Success to the Farmer and prosper his plough,

Rewarding his eident toils a' the year through;

Our seed time and harvest we ever will get,

For we've lipen'd aye to Providence, and sae

will we yet.

And sae will we yet, &c.

Long live the King, and happy may he be,

And success to his forces by land and by sea;

His en’mies to triumph we ne'er will permit,

Britons have aye been victorious, and saysae? [sic] will

they yet,

And sae will they yet, &c.

Let the glass keep its course and go merrily round,

For the sun has to rin, tho' the moon it goes

down:

Till the hour be rinner round about 'tis time

enough to flit;

When we fell we aye got up again and sae

will we yet.

And sae will we yet, &c.

I ONCE was a stranger in a far country did roam,

When young Jemmy of Newry came to me alone,

He said my dear jewel now tell me I pray,

How you came to wander in a desert this way.