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586 How soothing it is, when we bumper it up,

To a friend on a far distant shore,

Or how sweetly it tastes, when we flavour the cup,

With the name of the maid we adore!

Then here's to the maid, then, and here's to the friend,

May they always prove true to their plight,

May their days glide as smooth and as merrily round,

As the bumpers we pledge them to-night.

[ first stanza of this song is a fragment by : the others are by .]

tuneful pipe and hearty glee,

Young Watty wan my heart;

A blyther lad ye couldna see,

All beauty without art.

His winning tale

Did soon prevail

To gain my fond belief;

But soon the swain

Gangs o'er the plain,

And leaves me full, and leaves me full,

And leaves me full of grief.

Though Colin courts with tuneful sang,

Yet few regard his mane,

The lasses a' round Watty thrang,

While Colin's left alane:

In Aberdeen

Was never seen

A lad that gave sic pain;

He daily wooes,

And still pursues,

Till he does all, till he does all,

Till he does all obtain.