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 Broken glasses, prostrate tables,

Thickly strew'd the yill-house floor,

Telliug mair than Æsop's fables

Ever told o' Folly's lore.

Coats without lappels gave ssrrow

To their owners' hearts I trou;

Others plainly felt neist morrow

Wad meet them wi' faces biue.

Watchmen took a dram, an' tauld us

To be aff withoat delay,

Or the lock-up wad infauld us

In its precious womb till day.

Quickly was our bill presented-

Landlords aye tak' care o' that-

And it was sae weel per cented,

It soon cured us o' our chat.

Faces black wi' blows grew blacker

When they heard the landlord's claim;

Some were swearing by their maker

They noo ken't the worth o‘ hame.

Fun, and even strife, subsided,

Dullness on us laid her han',

Tho' without, by wisdom guided,

Larks proclaim'd the cheering dawn.