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The Publican Locusts they mak up their trash,
(For it wastes the body as weel na the Cash)
Sae truly says Johni, an' weel Johnie kens
That it is ruination to enter their DENS,
Yes, DENS I will ca them, an' no the best kind,
Gang in an' get tipy, an that ye will find,
For some try to plunder whae'er they get in,
Be't Dandy or Drover they'll fleece to the skin.
Avoid them, my friends, an' drink Coffee or Tea,
Sin' Johnie, &c.
Baith me an' my bairns were a' fleein in rags,
While sailin in silks are the Public House hags,
An' at our expense, I will tell'd to their face,
But Temp'rance Society will alter the case.
The Temp'rance Society I'm happy to tell
Is makin' my neebours a happy's mysel'
There's Girzy's Gudeman he has got a new coat
Sin' he lost the road to the Sign i' Steam-Boat.
The strongest he drinks now, &c.
An Girzy, puir body's as happy as me
Now some say to temper themsells the will try,
But somehow or ither they often get dry,
At times they may splice just for a single gill,
