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 There's fire an' life in ilka glass,

There's blythesomness an' cheer,

There's thirst an' what'll slocken it,

There's love and laughter here.

O mirk an' black the lee lang gate

That we maun gang the nicht,

But aye we'll pass the brimmin' glass

An' aye we'll snuff the licht.

We'll draw the closer roond the fire

And aye the closer get.

Without, the ways may thaw or freeze,

Within we're roarin' wet! [ 77 ]