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12 "Lang may your swords abide in might,

Lang keep the city tosh an’ right,

Our streets and lanes from nuisance dight,

Din, stench an’ reek,

And music grant by day and night,

To sooth the sick.

"Ye toss’d on trouble’s lurgy main,

The sleepless e’e, the wakeful brain,

The starting dream nae mair complain;

As dolcimells,

To lull your souls and ease your pain,

Are Toby’s bells."