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 Twice a week to Maggie's cot-houſe Swith! by poſt the papers fled! Thoughts ſpring up like plants in hot-houſe, Every time the news are read.

Ilk ane's wiſer than anither, "Things are no ga'en right quo' Tam, “Let us aftener meet thigither; Twice a no worth a dn.

See them now in grave convention To make a things Square and even Or at leaſt wi' firm intention, To drink ſax nights out o' ſeven.

Mid this ſitting up and drinkin, Gathering a' the news that fell; Will, wha was nae yet paſt thinkin, Had ſome battles wi' himſell.

On ae hand, drink's deadly poiſon Bare ilk firm reſolve awa; On the ither, Jean's condition Rave his very heart in twa.