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(6) An' 'twerna juſt for to cure the colic,

cure the colic,

Deil a drap wad weet my mou.

Troth, gudewife, ye wadna ſwither,

wadna ſwither,

Soon ſoon to tak a cholic, when it brings

a drap o' cappy.

But twa ſcore years we hae fought the-gither,

fought thegither,

Time it is to gree, I trow.

I'm wrang, auld John;

Owre lang, auld John,

For nought, gude John,

We hae fought, gude John;

Let's help to bear ilk ither's weight,

We're far owre feckleſs now to fight.

Ye're right, gudewife,

The night, gudewife,

Our cup, gude Kate,

We'll ſup, gude Kate,

Thegither frae this hour we'll draw,

And toom the ſtoup atween us twa.