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VII.
Now little bairnies rake their een,
Wha dream'd o' NEW'R-DAY since yestreen,
And cry to ha'e their brats a' clean
To haud the play,
For tosh and braw they maun be seen
On sic a day.
VIII.
Now rickities and trumpets come,
And a' the streets wi' playocks bum;
Some play the fiddle, some the drum,
Wi' a' their birr:
On stands are monie a Dutch blawflum,
And a's astir.
IX.
But aft as o'er the glaury strawn
The tentless little anes are gaun,
They tumble down, and whan they're faun
Folk rin in cluds,
And loud they screech when they look on
Their dirty duds.
X.
Now folks a dreadfu' havoc play
Amang the Curran-Bans a'day;
Saut roasts and meikle mair they ha'e,
Their kytes to fill,
And thumpin' kebbucks whang'd away
Like a pease-kill.
XI.
When friends and neighbours a' about
Are met, and drinking clean-cap-out,
And shaking hands, O! what a rout
O' clatt'ring tongues,
And jaws o' whisky gaun about
To sap the lungs.
