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Broadside ballad entitled 'Drucken Jock' |
TranscriptionDrucken Jock. They ca' me Drucken Jock; That may a' be true? Although I'm sometimes fou. I'm neither lame nor lazy, There's no sea muckle odds o' fock As ane wad think. Ae night no lang sin syne, I had got a drappie, I chanced to meet Mess John, He blamed me for the drink; But there's no sae muckle odds o' fock Neist Friday, in the toon, I saw the reverend man stoitin' frae an inn, As fou as he could stan' ! I drew up to his side, And wi' a cunnin' wink, Said, " There's no sae muckle odds o' fock. The Laird o' Birlicha', Ane elder o' the kirk, This odious drucken wark ! He was drunk yestreen, And fell into the sink, Sae there's no sae muckle odds o' fock As ane wad think. Hypocrisy I hate, And mine amang the rest. When ane reviles anither, Judgment haud a blink; As ane wad think. We a' hae our draff pocks- Wi' mony a steek and clout. A' are nearly fou, Lippin' wi' the brink;
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Probable period of publication:
1860-1890 shelfmark: L.C.Fol.70(13b)
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