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 As us great folks can’t make up our minds in a minnute; We sit down to cards and play at bonswaber, We hand round the wine and drink haber naber, With our puff em, &c,

We set round the wine till we're as drunk as buffers, Then we knock down the candle, table, and snuffers; The waiter comes in, we put him in the fire, And then stumble home all cover'd with mire.

With our puff em, strut em stride em, Walk em, run em, ride em, tol.





MAGGY are you going to marry? Yes, dear mother, that I am; Tell me who is your lover; Jamie with his trousers on.

Sparkling eyes, fine black eyes, He ra tiesrattles [sic] to me like a drum; Play to me the new found jig; play Jamie with his trousers on,

I looked east, I looked west, I look'd so far as I saw sun; The bonniest lad that e’er I saw, was Jamie and his trousers on.

Sweep the house, put on the fire, suiters they are going to come: I'll have a dance with the dusty miller. Jamie with his trousers on. Sparkling, &c.

Sailor lads get gold and silver,