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120 The king o' drinks, as I conceive it,

Talisker, Isla, or Glenlivet!

For after years wi' a pockmantie

Frae Zanzibar to Alicante,

In mony a fash and sair affliction

I gie't as my sincere conviction—

Of a' their foreign tricks an' pliskies,

I maist abominate their whiskies.

Nae doot, themsels, they ken it weel,

An' wi' a hash o' leemon peel,

And ice an' siccan filth, they ettle

The stawsome kind o' goo to settle;

Sic wersh apothecary's broos wi'

As Scotsmen scorn to fyle their moo's wi'.

An', man, I was a blithe hame-comer

Whan first I syndit out my rummer.

Ye should hae seen me then, wi' care

The less important pairts prepare;