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(9) See them now in grave

To mak a' things

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, deadly poiſon

Bare ilk firm reſolve awa;

On the ither, condition

Rave his very heart in twa.

Weel he ſaw her ſmother'd ſorrow!

Weel he ſaw her bleaching cheek!

Mark'd the ſmile ſhe ſtrove to borrow

Whan, poor thing, ſhe cou'd nae ſpeak!

Jean, at firſt, took little heed o'

clubs mang three or four,

Thought, kind ſoul ! that will had need o'

Heartſome hours whan wark was owre.

But whan now that meetings

Sat and drank frae ſax till twa;

Whau the found that hard earn'd gettings

Now on drink war thrown awa.

Saw her Will wha ance ſae cheerie

Raiſe, ilk morning wi' the lark,

Now grown mauchlefs, dowſ and ſweer

To look near his farm or wark;