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 6 Hout, qub Tam, what's a the hurry? Hame's now scarce a mile o gate-- Come, sit down, Jean winna wearie : Hout, I'm sure it's no sae late: Will o'ercome wi Tam's oration, Baith fell to and ate their fill; Tam, quo Will, in mere discretion, We maun ha'e the widow's gill. After ae gill cam' anither-- Meg sat cracking 'tween them twa; Bang cam' in Mat Smith and's brither, Geordie Brown and Sandie Shaw. Neebours wha ne'er thonght to meet here, Now sat down wi' double glee, Ilk gill aye grew sweet and sweeter: Will gat hame 'tween twa and three. Jean, puir thing, had lang been greeting ; Will, neist morning, blamed Tam Lowes. But ere lang an owly meeting at Maggy Howe's Maist things ha'e a sma' beginning, But wha kens how things will end?! Owkly clubs are nae great sinning, Gin folk ha'e enough to spend. But nae man of sober thinking, E'er will say that things can thrive, If there's spent in owkly drinking What keeps wife and weans alive.