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Wr' merry sangs, an’ friendly cracks,
I wat they did na weary;
Their sports were cheap an' cheary:
Set a' their gabs a-steerin ; Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt, They parted aff careerin
Fu'blythe that night.
* Sowens with butter instead of milk to them, is always the Halloween Supper.
On giving her the accustomed Ripp of Corn to Hana
sel in tbe New-year.
A Guid New year I wilh thee, Maggie ! Hae, there's a ripp to thy auld baggie : Tho'thou's howe-backit, now, an' knaggie,
I've seen the day,
Thou could hae gaen like onie-staggie
Out-owre the lay.
Tho'now thou's dowie, stiff, an' crazy,
An' thy auld hide as white's a daisie,
I've seen thee dappl't, fleek an' glaizie,
A bonie gray;
He should been tight that daur't to raize thee,
Ance in a day.
THOU ance was i' the foremost rank,
As e'er tread yird ;
An' could hae flown out-owre a ftank,
Like onie bird.
It's now fome nine an'-twenty year,
Sin' thou was my Guid-father's Meere;
He gied me thee, o'tocher clear,
An' fifty mark;
Tho' it was sma', 'twas weel-won gear,
WHEN first I gaed to woo my Jenny, Ye then was trettin wi' your
Minnie : Tho’ye was trickie, flee, an' funnie,
Ye ne'er was donfie;
But hamely, tawie, quiet, an' cannie,
That day, ye pranc'd wi' muckle pride, When
ye bure hame my bonie Bride : An' sweet an' gracefu' fhe did ride,
Wi' maiden air!
Kyle-Stewart I could bragged wide,
For fic a pair.
Tho' now ye dow but hoyte and hoble,
An' wintle like a faumont-coble,
That day, ye was a jinker noble,
For heels an' win'!
An' ran them till they a' did wauble,
Far, far behin'!
When thou an' I were young an' skiegh, An' ftable-meals at Fairs were driegh, How thou wad prance, an' snore' an’skriegh,
An' take the road !
Town's-bodies ran, an' stood abiegh,
An'ca't thee mad.
When thou was corn't, an' I was mellow,
We took the road ay like a Swallow:
At Broøses thou had ne'er a fellow,
For pith an' speed; But ev'ry tail thou pay't them hollow,
Whare'er thou gaed.
The sma', droop-rumpl't, hunter cattle, Might aiblins waur't thee for a brattle,