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You keep such a twattling with you and your bottling; But I see the sum total, we shall ne'er have a bottle; The long and the short, we shall not have a quart. I wish you would sign't, that we have a pint. For all your colloguing, I'd be glad of a knoggin : But I doubt 'tis a sham; you won't give us a dram. 'Tis of shine a mouth moon-full, you won't part with a spoonful, And I must be nimble, if I can fill my thimble. You see I won't stop, till I come to a drop; But I doubt the oraculum, is a poor supernaculum; Though perhaps you may tell it, for a grace if we smell it.

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'D have you to know, as sure as you're dean, On Thursday my cask of Obrien I'll drain: If my wife is not willing, I say she's a quean; And my right to the cellar, egad, I'll maintain As bravely as any that fought at Dunblain; Go tell her it over and over again. I hope, as I ride to the town, it won't rain; For, should it, I fear it will cool my hot brain, Entirely extinguish my poetick vein; Rh