86, IH. Great love I bear to a' the fair, ' Their humble slave, and a' that; But lordly will ! hold it still A mortal sin to thraw that. For a' that, IV. In raptures sweet, th/s hour we me?t, Wi' mutual love, and a' thatt But for how lang the file my stang, JJet inclination law that. For a' that, &e. V. Their tricks and craft have put me daft, They've ta'en me in, and a' that; But clear y?mr deeb, and here's the sex, I like the jads for a' that. _Fo? a' that, and a' that, J/ri tu, ice as mudkle', 'a' that; Jify dearest bluid, to do them guid, 7'hey're welcome till't fo? a' that. 7[E C ITJI 7'I ?rO. $o sung the bard--and Nansie's wa's Shook wi' a thunder of applause, Re-echo'd from each mouth; They toom'd their'pocks, an' pawn'd their duds, They scarcely left to co'er theirfurls To quench their lowan drouth. Then owre again the jovial thranf The poet did request, To 1ow'se his pack, an' wale a sang, A ballad o' the best. He, rising, rejoicing, Between his twa Debomhs, Looks round him, an' found them Impatient for th.o choruu.
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