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To Billies wha as frankly war’d it.
As they out of their Guts had fpar’d it.
When craving Money they have lent.
They’re anfwer’d. Item, A' is fpent.
The Mifer hears him with a Gloom,
Girns like a Brock and bites his Thumb,
Syne fhores to grip him by the Wyfon,
And keep him a’ his Days in Prifon.
Sae may ye do, replies the Debter,
But that can never mend the Matter;
As foon can I mount Charle-xmin,
As pay ye back your Gear again.
I Poor Mouldy rins quite by himfell,
And bans like ane broke loofe frae Hell.
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It lulls a wee my Mullygrubs,
To think upon thefe bitten Scrubs,
When naething faves their vital Low,
But the Expences of a Tow.
Thus Children oft with carefou Hands,
In Summer dam up little Strands,
Collect the Drizel to a Pool,
In which their glowing Limbs they cool;
Till by comes feme ill-deedy Gift,
Wha in the Bulwark makes a Rift,
And with ae Strake in Ruins lays,
The Work of Ufe, Art, Care and Days.
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