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THE COMIC EomJSTML
O! what a bright change in my wife,
Sober and dacent the pride of my life.
Tidy and nate and clane all the day long,
Singing good luck in a teetotal song!
O! how it rexes me, sore it perplexes me,
When 1 think on the sad days that 1 had then,
Children all screaming, there she sitting g tming,
Drunk and disorderly, all to the bad.
Choru ,
Hark 1 wasn’t that Judy's sweet voice.
Stilling the children to make little noise,
Hushing the baby asleep on her knee,
Ready to set down paraties for me.
Now, my friends, here 1 am, really a happy man,
Since my wife’s turn’t a teetotaler completely ;
There’s no botheration, but great alteration
On Judy, the childer, myself, and the purse.
Chorus.
BANNOCKS O’ BARLEY
An auld Hielan’ couple sat lane by the ingle,
While smoking their cutties and cracking awa,
They spak o’ langsyne, o’ their dafiing when single,
O’ the freaks o’ their childhood, their auld age
To his wiffie he bragged o’ his bauldest o’ actions,
When he was a sodger wi’ Oeordie the Third ;
How his faes fell before him, the leader o’ factions.
And Donald he gratae his faes bit the yird.