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fport it will be when we are all drown¬
ing, to fee how that man’s red nofe
will make the wate;r biz when it. comes
about it; at which words they all fell
a laughing and cheriihed the crew, fo
that they made another attempt to
weather out, and got all fafe alhore at
laft,
John Falkirk's Love Letter to the Fid¬
dler's Widow
My lovely Bet, the beauty of old
age, thy hoary head, and louching
fhoulders incline to mortality; yet I
will compare thee to the Eagle that
has renewed her youth, or leek with
a white head and a green tail, this
comes to thee with my kind compli¬
ments for kiffes of thy lips and the
kindnefs I had for thy late bed fellow,
Fiddler Pate, my brother penfloner ;
ah! how we drank others healths with
thebroe of thebucketewes,webrought
from boughts of the German Boors;
but it’s popfenfe to praife the dead,
when in the daft, yet a better Vialer
never freeded on a lilken cord, or
kittled a cat’s trypes wi’his finger-ends.

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