A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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Till up loups he, wi' diction fu*.
There's lang and dreech contestin
For now they're ne^r the point in view ;—
Now, ten miles fi-ae the question
In hand that night.
The races owre, they liale the dook
Wi' drink o' a' kinkind;
Great feck gae hirpling hame, like fools;
The cripple lead the blind.
May ne'er the canker o' the drink
Mak our bauld spirits thrawart,
'Case we get wherewitha' to wink
^T^V^i' een as blue's a blawart,
Wi' straiks tliir days
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