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( 7 ) Whan she began to crack her creed* ,

I've seen our chafts maist like to screed;

In short at times a silly thread

Might e'en ha'e tied us;

An' wow how crouse she cock'd her head,

Whan set beside us!

The mair the pith o'barley shone,

The mair was heard Mirth's social tone,

An' sang, an' joke, an' toast gaed roun',

Wi' glee imprentit;

While bizzy Time still jogget on,

Unmark'd, untentit,

Till Night, her sable mantle dreepin',

Braught Luna o'er St Anthon's peepin',

An' dowie ghaists frae kirk-yards creepin',

Began to wauner,

Whan we, frae kindly keepin',

Wad hamewards dauner.

Och! wae's my heart! now whan she's gane,

How sad an' alter'd is the strain!

To Puddin' Feasts an' Rants fu' fain

Nae maır we pap in;

Our wames e’en to our riggin' bane

Like skate fish clappin'!