Wit and humor > Dominie deposed, with the sequel

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To tell the truth now, Maggy dang,
O’ customers she had a bang ;
For lairds an’ sutors a’ did thrang
To drink bedeen ;
The barn an’yard was aft sae thrang,
We took the green.
An’ there by dizens wo lay down,
Syne sweetly ca’d the healths aroun’,
To bonny lasses, black or brown,
As we lo’ed best;
In bumpers we dull cares did drown,
An' took our rest.
When in our pouch we fand some clinks,
An’ took a turn o’er Bruntsfield Links,
Aften in Maggy’s, at Hay-jinks.
We guzzl’d scuds,
Till we could scarce, wi’ hale-out drinks
Cast aff our duds.
We drank an’ drew, an’ fill’d again,
O wow! but we were blythe an’ fain :
When ony had their count mistane,
0 it was nice,
To hear us a’ cry pick your bane.
An’ spell your dice.
^ou close we us’d to drink an’ rant,
Jntil we baith did glowr and gaunt,
W pish, an’ spue, an’ yesk* an’ maunt,
Right swash I trow,
.’hen aff auld stories wo did ohaunt,
Whan we were fou.