mpers ran o'er:
bright phoebus ne'er witness'd so joyous a core,
and vow'd that to leave them he was quite forlorn,
till thia hinted he'd see them morn.
six bottles a-piece had well wore out the night,
when galnt sir robert, to finish the fight,
turn'd o'er in one bumper a bottle of red,
and swore 'twas the way that their aor did.
then worthy glenriddel, so cautious and sage,
no lohe warfare ungodly would wage;
a high ruling elder to wallow in wine;
he left the foul busio folks less divine.
the galnt sir robert fought hard to the
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