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Scrapt haddocks wilks, dulse and tangle
And a mill of good snishen to prie
When weary with eating and drinking,
We'll rise up and dance till we die.
Then fy let us as to the bridal,
For there will be lilting there;
For Jock's to be married to Maggie,
The lass wi' the gowden hair.
rail no more.
Rail no more, ye learned asses,
'Gainst the joys the bowl supplies,
Sound it's depth, and fill your glasses,
Wisdom at the bottom lies.
Fill them higher still, and higher,
Shallow draughts perplex the brain;
Sipping quenches all our fire,
Bumpers light it up again.
Draw the scene for wit and pleasure;
Enter jollity and joy;
We for thinking have no pleasure we
Manly mirth is our employers II
Since in life there's nothing certain,
We'll the present hour engage;
