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Now my pra’ ponnie lads I wul’ just tell you what, whene’er that you’l toon by the stoup-whisky sat. In hearty goot freenships, your whisles pe’ wat, just tuek the goot trams but no fill yoursels fou’ For oich! pe’ ain fu’ pe shame fu’ an’ a’ to fill yoursels fu’ as pe haud pe the wa’, Or toon in the tirty hole gutters pe fa’, an’ wallow the mire like the muikle plack sow.

She’s sure gin you juist tak the troubles pe look, the place I’m forgot in the pra’ bible puek, Pe tell you that you ta’ wi’ trapies mocht tuek, for goot o’ ta’ pody no fill yoursell fu’. You mocht tuekit ae’ glass you mocht tuekit twa, you mocht tuekit sax for pe help him awa’ But oich dinna tuek him to gar yoursels fa’, for that wad play tamn an’ hellnations wi’ you

The whiskys pe goot when ta’ pelly pe sore, pe goat when shone heelanman trawa’ums claymore, For t’en he’l perform ta’ great wonders galyore, Sae lang as ta’ dirk or ta’ skean stood true, Pe goot for ta’ peoples in all sort o’ station, if they wal pe use her in due poderation, But when they’ll pe puse her wi’ toxification, far petter pe fuicht wi’ ta’ muckle plack teil.