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4 I there forgather’d wi’ a crew

O’ chills I brawly kent ance;

Then, o’er a glass we maun renew

Our maist-run out acquaintance.

Wi’ right good-will, an’ merry glee,

Aff to a houf we linket,

Whare ream’d the yill, an’ for a wee

The stoupie loudly clinket.

The passing glass, and sight o’ mair.

Set every heart a glowin’;

And now the frozen cords o’ Care

Most rapidly were thowin’:

Mirth universally prevails.

Each face wi’ pleasure brightens;

Whilst wit, in quick successive peals,

The gloom o’ Care enlightens.

But Happiness! thou aim o’ life,

Tho’ for a-wee victorious,

If Care contend, ay in the strife

Thou fa’s, or flees inglorious.

Frugality now frae the nook

Was takin’ observation.

And, wi’ a grave commanding look,

Began this short narration;