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‘Tff Old Loda ftill rueing* the arm of Fing*a]j
The g’od of the bottle fends dovn from his hall —
This whittles your challeng-e^to Scotland g-et o'er,
And drink them to hell,Sir^or ne’er fee me more, Fal de dal &c
old Poets have fling, and Chronicles tell,
what champions ventunl 'what champions fell:
The ton of great Loda leas conqueror ftill.
And bjei^ on the whistle their requiem fbrill, Fal de dal Ac
Till Robert, the lord of the Cairn and the Scaur,
Unmatch’d at the bottle unconquerd in war
He drank his poor godfhip as deep as the fea>
No tide of the Baltic e’er drunker than he, Fal de dal Ac
Thus Robert, victorious, the trophy has g'am’d
which now in his bouse has for ages rernaind
Till three noble Chieftansj and all of his blood, .
The jovial conteft again have fenewd, Fai de da l Ac
Three joyous good fellows with hearts clear of flaw,
Craigdarroch to famous for wit,worth and law/
And trutty Glenriddehfo vers’d in old coins;
And gallant Sir Robert,deep read in old wines,Far ue da Ac
Craigdarroch began with a tongue Imooth as oil.
Defiring Glenriddel to yield up the Ip oil.
Or elfe he would muster the heads of tile clan
And once more in claret try which was the man.Fal
By the gods of the Ancients! Glenriddel replies.
Before I lurrerider fo glorious a prize,
ill conjure the ghoft of the great Porie More,
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And bumper his horn with him twenty times o’er Fal dedal
Sir Robert, a Soldier no fpeech would pretend.^ ^ ^
But he neer turnd his back on his foe-or his iide.m
Said to Is down the whittle pri/e of the Held,
And knee-deep in claret bed die orbed yield. <
See Ossiaus C;.ruc thura