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6 The Whisky and Yill round was handed,

And Baps in great bourocks did lie;

Blind Aleck the fidler was trysted.

And he was to handle the bow,

On a big barrel head he was hoisted,

To keep himsel’ out o’ the row.

Had ye seen sic a din and gefaaing,

Sic hooching and dancing was there,

Sic rugging and riving and drawing,

Was ne’er before seen in a fair;

For Tam he wi’ Maggy was wheeling,

And he gaed sic a terrible loup,

That his head cam’ a thump on the ceiling,

And he cam‘ down wi‘a thump on his doup.

Now they eat and they drank till their bellies,

Were bent like the head o' a drum,

Syne they raise and they capert like fillies,

Whene’er that the fiddle play‘d bum,

Wi' dancing they now were grown weary,

And scarsely were able to stan,

So they took to the road a fu‘ cheery,

As day was beginning to dawn.

