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This laid their din, the drink was stale,
And to’t they gaed wi’ tooth and nail;
And wives whase rotten tusks did fail,
Wi’ bread and cheese,
They bill’d fu’ fast at butter’d ale
To gi’e them ease.
They ca’ upon me, then dadda,
Come tune your fiddle, play us a
Jigg or hornpipe, nae mair SOL FA,
My bonny cock;
The Kirk an’ you maun pluck a fa’
Abount young Jock.
Play up, Sae merry as we hae been,
Or, Wat ye wha we met yestreen?
Or, Lass will ye lend me your leem?
Or, Soups o’ Brandy;
Or, Gin the Kirk wad let’s alane,
Or, Houghmagandy.
Sic tunes as these, yea, three or four,
They called for, ill mat they cour!
Play, cries the cummer, wi’ a glour,
The wanton toudy,
Wha did the Dominie ding o’er,
Just heels o’er goudy.
O’ music I had little skill,
But as I cou’d I play’d my fill,
It was my best to shaw good will;
Yet a’ my drift,
Was best how I might win the hill
The wives to shift.
