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COW'S FAREWEEL TO WHISKY.

You've surely heard o' famous Nel, The mant ha played the fiddle weel I wat he was santy chiel, And dearly lo’ed the Whisky, O. And ay since he wore tartan news, He dearly lo’ed the A thole brose, And wae was he, you may suppose, To play-fareweel to Whisky, O.

Alake! quoth Neil, I’m frail an’ auld. And find my bluid grow unco cauld, I think 'twad make me blythe and bauld, A wee drap Highland Whisky. O. Yet the doctors they do a’ agree. That whisky’s no the thing for me : Saul quoth Neil, 'twill spoil my glee. Should they part me and Whisky, O.

Tho I can baith get wine and ale, And find my hand and fingers hale, I’ll be content 'tho' legs should fail, To play fareweel to Whisky, O.