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8 And should I meet the wretch, Greenhead,

(De’il cram his bags, and stanch his greed,)

At one whack with my tube o’ lead,

(A ruefu’ thump,)

I’d break his barrel, kill the steed,

And rive the pump!

For by my five pint box I swear,

If man or maiden, horse or mare,

For plack or penny, cheap or dear,

From want or greed,

Lead, drive or carry, dense or clear,

I’ll be their dead!

"Ha, Geordie lad! fling by your bell,

We’ve now got ane mair clink an’ snell,

If ony crack ye ha’e to tell,

’Bout quay or market,

Cheap cod or baddies, beef or meal,

Ye need but hark it.