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4 One was kiss’d in the barn,

Another was kiss’d on the green,

And the t'other behind the pease-stack,

Till the mow flew up in her e’en.

Then up wi’t Alley, &c.

Now fye John Thomson, rin,

Gin ever ye ran in your life,

De’il get ye, but hye, my dear Jock,

There’s a man got to bed with your wife.

Then up wi’t Ailey &c.

Then away John Thomson ran,

And I true he ran with speed,

But, before he had run his length,

The false loon had done the deed.

Then up wi’t Ailey, &c.

We’re gaily yet, and we’re gaily yet,

And we’re no very fou but we’re gaily yet

Then sit ye a-while and tipple a bit.

For we’re no very fu’ but we’re gaily yet.

 

THE DELIGHTS OF WINE.

Let’s be merry with jest and song,

Time as he swiftly flies, my boys,

Will not a second our bliss prolong,

But with his scythe mow down our joys;