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(392) Page 370 - Fumbler's rant
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Away with dull. Here fye. Sir ;
Ye'r mistress, Robie, gi'es her.
We'll drink her health wi' pleasure^
Wha's belov'd by thee.
Then let Peggy warm ye.
That's a lass can charm ye.
And to joys alarm ye.
Sweet is she to me.
Some angel ye wad ca' her.
And never wish ane brawer.
If ye bare-headed saw her
Kiltet to the knee.
Peggy a dainty lass is.
Come let's join our glasses^
And refresh our hauses
With a health to thee.
Let coofs their cash be clinking.
Be statesmen tint in thinking.
While we with love and drinking.
Give our cares the lie.
THE TUMBLER'S RANT,
Come carles a' of fumbler's ha'.
And I will tell you of our fate.
Since we have married wives that's braw-
And canna please them when 'tis late :
A pint we'll take, our hearts to cheer :
What fauts we hae our wives can tell ;
Gar bring us in baith ale and beer.
The auldest bairn we hae's oursell.

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