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 2 Neil Gow's Farewel to Whisky.

YOU’VE furely heard o’ famous Neil, The man that play’d the fiddle weel, I wa: he was a canty chfef’, And dearly lo’ed the Whifky, O. And ay fince he wore tartan trews. He dearly lo’nd the Atholc brofe: And wae was he, you may fuppofe, fo play fareweel to Whilky, O.

Alake, quoth Neil, I'm frail and auld. And find my blule grown unco cauld ; I think ’twad make me blythe and banld, A wee drap Hilghand Whilky, O Yet the dectors they do a’ agree, That Whilkv’s nac the dnnk for me; Saul! quoth Neil, ’twill fpoil my glee. Should they part me and Whilky, O.

Though I can get baith wine and a'e, And find my head and fingers hale, ‘Tll be content, though legs fhouid taif, To play fareweei to Whifiky, O. But ftill I think on auld lang lyne, When Paradife our friends did lyne Becaufe fomething ran in their min', Forbid like Highland Wifkey, O

Come all ye powers of mafic come. I find my heart grown unco glum, My fiddle firings they’ll act play bum.