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CONVIVIAL SONGS. 249
Had siller been made in the kist to lock by,
It ne'er wad been rund, but square as a die ;
Whereas by its shape ilka body may see,
It aye was design'd it should circulate free ;
Then we'll toddle but an' we'll toddle ben,
An' aye when w^e get it, we'll part wi't again.
I ance was persuaded to "put in the pin,"
But foul fa' the bit o't ava wad bide in ;
For whisky's a thing sae bewitchingly stout,
The first time I smelt it, the pin it lap out ;
Then I toddled but an' I toddled ben,
And I vow'd I wad ne'er be advised sae again.
Oh, leeze me on whisky ! it gi'es us new life,
It maks us aye cadgy to cuddle the wife ;
It kindles a spark in the breast o' the cauld,
And it maks the rank coward courageously bauld ;
Then we'll toddle but an' we'll toddle ben,
An' we'll coup aff our glasses, " Here's to you again !"
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