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All that Perth Rancourites can ſay:
(So) what think ye? Morton's run away,
He ſhou'd be hang'd
Een let them ſay, and more beſide,
My purſe is large, and conſcience wide:
I ſanna wrang'
But yet before the table's covert,
Bring up ſome wine and ſpicery over't:
To ſynd down ſorrw
Here's money: haſte you, ſpare no coſt.
(When this is done all's not engroſs'd:
Their's more to borrow,
Come James ſit down, and let us dine,
Such diſhes! ſtuck with flow'rs ſo fine.
And garniſh'd ſo
Muir fowls! Pheaſants! Quails! Bunns! Cakes!
Such ſtate! I ſee it's money makes the
Mare to go
As proverbs ſay, few folk's good cheer,
His majeſty if preſent here,
Would at a taſte
Say, Richmond's, Kingſington's ſtate board ;
Or Buckingham's could ſcarce afford,
A better ſeaſh?
Come Jammie fill me up ſome tent.
And claret wine; give comfort vent.
I want na wealth
The toſt? To all our tricks in Perth
And every where thro’ut the earth.
Then; heres their health,
I think it goes moſt ſweetly down!
Once more again our joys to crown:
Fill up another
(illegible text) with the glaſs, and had it gawn,
Of (illegible text) drawn:
A grief to ſmother.
