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Gin the couthy meet the drouthy,
 * Comin' frae the toun;

Need the drouthy wi' the couthy
 * Sense an' reason droun?

Tho' Holiday bids Labour play,
 * An' failin' health recruit.

Yet need a body lat the toddy
 * Mak the man a brute?

Now weary shanks, leave whirling cranks,
 * An' roam by mount or main:

But shun the dens where tappit hens
 * Cleck nought but shame an' pain;

Ilka valley has a wallie,
 * Free to loon an laird;

There fling your length, renew your strength,
 * An' drink till ye be sair'd.

Gin retailer meet a sailor,
 * Freed frae line an' log:

Need the sailor lat retailer
 * Droun him in his grog?

Restor'd to land, revere the hand,
 * That sav'd from stormy waves,

Abhor the haunts o Cormorants,
 * That gorge Intemp'rance' slaves.