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Enrag'd—quoth he, "I treason smell,
Your precious limb I'll lop.."
"My eyes" says Jack, "what lies you tell,
You only smell—a chop.
A smart engamgement did ensue
Between these men-of-war.
But mutton did the rage subdue,
Of soldier and of tar.
On Molly's chops these warlike men,
Fell foul like heroes bold,
What happen'd else—before—or thee,
Why—Molly never told.
THE SOW'S TAIL TO GEORDIE.
Tune—Auld wife about the fire
It's Geordie’s now come hereabout,
'O wae light on his on his sulky snout,
A pawky sow has found him out,
And turn'd her tail to Geordie.
The sow's tail till him yet.
