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The Whittle.
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of our good Scotifh king & long with this Whiftle all Scotland (halt ring
•*• Old Loda ftill rueing the arm of Fingal,
The god of the bottle fends down from his hall_
"This Whiftle's jour challenge, to Scotland get o'er,
"And drink them to hell, Sir, or ne'er fee me more, Fal de dal &c.
Old Poets have fang, and old Chronicles tell,
What champions ventur'd, what champions fell :
The fon of great Loda was conqueror ftill,
And blew on the whiftle their requiem fhrill, Fal de dal &c.
Till Robert, the lord of the Cairn and the Scaur,
Unmatchd at the bottle, unconquer'd 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 &c.
Thus Bobert, victorious, the trophy has gain'd,
Which now in his houfe has for ages remain d,
Till three noble Chieftans, and all of his blood,
The jovial conteft again have renew'd, Fal de dal &c.
Three joyous good fellows with hearts clear of flaw,
Craigdarroch, fo famous for wit, worth and law;
And trufty Glenriddel, fo verjs'd in old coins;
And gallant Sir Bobert, deep read in old wines. Fal de dal &c.
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Craigdarroch began with a tongue fmooth as oil,
Defining Glenriddel to yield up the fpoil,
.% See, Ofsian's Caruc-thura