eat abuse
on young guidmen, fond, keen an' crouse,
when the best wark-lume i' the house,
by trip wit,
is instant made no worth a louse,
just at the bit.
when thowes dissolve the snawy hoord,
an' float the jinglin' icy boord,
then water-kelpies haunt the foord,
by your dire,
and 'nighted trav'llers are allur'd
to their destru.
and aft your moss-traversin spunkies
decoy the wight that te an' drunk is:
the bleezin, curst, mischievous monkies
delude his eyes,
till in some miry slough he sunk is,
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Address To The Deil(5/8)