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Wi' drinkin’ o’ whisky ;
An' wi’ needle an’ thread
Was fu' nimle.
But ae day alas!
When takin' a glass.
Death cam and awa
Wi' him jumpet;
An’ noo here he lies,
Till the dead shall arise,
At the soun' o' the
Archangel’s trumpet.
FINIS.
