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When martinmas is drawin’ near

And trade Iooks flat an’ lowran.

It puts poor bodies in a steer

To get a’ matters o’er han’—

Now fast approaching was the hour,

The time the heal half year in,

The landlord, wi’ a greedy glowr,

Comes for the tenant speerin’.

Good right had I to mind the laird—

I push’d—I swat—I rumpet,

Wi' scarcely time to shave my beard,

Aff to the warehouse stumpet;

Where sat a sample o’ our tribe,

That some has made their sport o’,

Wi’ looks sufficient to describe

What telling would fa’ short o’.}}