ad;
yet, humbly kind in time o' need,
the poor man's wine;
his weep drap parritch, or his bread,
thou kits fine.
thou art the life o' public haunts;
but thee, what were our fairs and rants?
ev'n godly meetings o' the saunts,
by thee inspired,
when gaping they besiege the tents,
are doubly fir'd.
that merry night we get the in,
o sweetly, then, thou reams the horn in!
or reekin on a new-year mornin
in cog or bicker,
an' just a wee drap sp'ritual burn in,
an' gusty sucker!
when vul gies his b
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