till robert, the lord of the and the scaur,
unmatch'd at the bottle, unquer'd in war,
he drank his pod-ship as deep as the sea;
no tide of the baltic e'er druhan he.
thus robert, victorious, the trophy has gain'd;
whiow in his house has fes remain'd;
till three noble chieftains, and all of his blood,
the jovial test again have renew'd.
three joyous good fellows, with hearts clear of fw
craigdarroch, so famous for with, worth, and w;
and trusty glenriddel, so skill'd in old s;
and galnt sir robert, deep-read in old wines.
craigdarroc
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