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ebraces sunk;

partly wi&039; love o&039;ere sae sair,

an&039; partly she was drunk:

sir violo, with an air

that show&039;d a an o&039; spunk,

wish&039;d unin beeen the pair,

an&039; ade the bottle cnk

to their health that night

but hurch cupid shot a shaft,

that py&039;d a da a shavie—

the fiddler rak&039;d her, fore and aft,

beht the chicken cavie

her lord, a wight of hor&039;s craft,

tho&039; lip wi&039; the spavie,

he hirpl&039;d up, an&039; p like daft,

an&039; shor&039;d the daty davie

o&039; boot that night

he was a care-defyg bde

as ever bah listed!

tho&039; fortune sair upon hi id,

his heart, she ever iss&039;d it

he had no wish but—to be gd,

nor want but—when he thirsted;

he hated nought but—to be sad,

an&039; th the e sugsted

his sang that night

air

tune—“for a&039; that, an&039; a&039; that”

i a a bard of no regard,

wi&039; ntle folks an&039; a&039; that;

but hor-like, the glowr byke,

frae town to town i draw that

chor

for a&039; that, an&039; a&039; that,

an&039; ice as uckle&039;s a&039; that;

i&039;ve lost but ane, i&039;ve a beh&039;,

i&039;ve wife eneugh for a&039; that

i never drank the es&039; stank,

castalia&039;s burn, an&039; a&039; that;

but there it streas an&039; richly reas,

y helin i ca&039; that

for a&039; that, c

great love idbear to a&039; the fair,

their huble sve an&039; a&039; that;

but lordly will, i hold it still

a ortal s to thraw that

for a&039; that, c

raptures sweet, this hour we et,

wi&039; utual love an&039; a&039; that;

but for how ng the flie ay stang,

let clation w that

for a&039; that, c

their tricks an&039; craft hae put daft,

they&039;ve taen , an&039; a