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Since it has been my prosp'rous lot.
I wish her no more of ill,
I have got all the money she had,
let her die bow as soon as she will.
STEER HER UP AND HA'D HER GAW'N.
O steer her up and had her gaw'n
her mither's at the mill, jo;
But gin she winna tak a man,
e'en her let tak ho will, jo.
Play thee, lad leave silly thinking
cast thy cares of love away:
Let our sorrows drown in drinking,
'is duffin' langer to delay;
See that shining glass of claret,
how invitingly it looks;
Tak it aff and let's hae mair o't.
pox on fighting, trade, and hooks.
Leo's ha'e pleasure while we're able,
Brig us in the meikle bowl,
lao't on the middle of the table,
and let wind and weather gowl.
