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Let either weel or wae betide,
here's a health-to a' the wives that's yell.
Our neighbour's auld son and the lass,
into the barn amang the strae
He grips her in the dark beguess,
and after that comes meikle wae:
Repentance ay comes afterbin',
it cost the Ca l bai corn and hay;
We're quat o' that wi' little din,
sic crosses hau t ne'er you nor I.
Now merry merry may we be
when we think on our neighbour Robie,
The way the Carl oes, we see
wi' his auld son and's daughter Maggy:
Boots he maun ha'e pistols, why not;
the hissy maun ha'e corkit hoon:
We are not sae; gar fill the pot,
we'll drink till a' the hours at e'en.
Here's a health to John Mackay, we'll drink,
to Hughie, Andrew, Rab and Tam;
We'll sit and drink, we'd nos and wink,
it is o'er soon for us to gang.
