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4 Let either weel or wae betide,

here's a health-to a' the wives that's yell.

Our neighbour's auld son and the lass,

into the barn amang the strae

He grips her in the dark beguess,

and after that comes meikle wae:

Repentance ay comes afterbin',

it cost the Ca l baibaith [sic] corn and hay;

We're quat o' that wi' little din,

sic crossesc osses [sic] hau t ne'er you nor I.

Now merry merry may we be

when we think on our neighbour Robie,

The way the Carl oesdoes [sic], we see

wi' his auld son and's daughter Maggy:

Boots he maun ha'e pistols, why not;

the hissy maun ha'e corkit hoonshoon [sic]:

We are not sae; gar fill the pot,

we'll drink till a' the hours at e'en.

Here's a health to John Mackay, we'll drink,

to Hughie, Andrew, Rab and Tam;

We'll sit and drink, we'd nos and wink,

it is o'er soon for us to gang.