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(12) "Whan he firſt ſaw ,

" Wha wi' Jeanie cou'd compare?

" Thouſands had mair braws and filler,

“ But were ony half ſac fair?”

See them now-how changed wi' !

A' their youthfu' beauty gane—!

Daver'd, doited daiz'd and blinking;

Worne to perfect ſkin and bane!

In the cauld month o' November

( and ; and out)

Cowring owre a dying ember,

Wi' ilk face as white's a clout.

Bond and bill, and debts a' ſtoppit,

felt on the bent:

Cattle beds, and blankets roupit

Now to pay the Laird his rent.

No anither night to lodge'here!

No a friend their cauſe to plead!

He taen on to be a ſodger,

She wi' weans to beg her bread!

O' a' the ills poor Caledonia

Eer yet preed, or e'er will taſte;

Brew'd in Hell's black Pandemonia,

WHISKY'S ill will ſkaith her maiſt