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 The glowin breast that lov's them best

Shalt dearest ever be to mine.

Blyth, &c.

And here's to you my friend so true,

May discord ne’er a feeling wounds;

And should we flyte ne’er harbour spite,

But in a bowl be’t quickly drown’d.

Blythe, &c.

Now rap and ring and gar them bring

The biggest stoupfu‘ yet we've see

Why should we part when hand and heart

At ilka bumper growns mair keen.

Blythe, &c.