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With ſing'd ſheep-heads, and a haggies,
and ſcadlips to ſup till ye ſpew.
And there will be lapper'd-milk kebbocks,
and ſowens, and farls, and baps,
With ſwats and well ſcraped paunches,
and brandy in ſtoups and in caps,
And there will be meal-cail and cuſtocks,
with ſkink to ſup till ye rive,
And roaſts to roaſt on a brander,
of flukes that were taken alive.
Scrapt haddocks, wilks, dulſe and tangle,
and a mill of good ſniſhing to prie;
When weary with eating and drinking,
we'll riſe up and dance till we die.
Then fy let us a' to the bridal,
for there will be lilting there,
For Jocky's to be married to Maggy,
the lafs wi' the gowden hair.
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The FAREWEL.
OH! how ſhall I in language weak,
my ardent paſſion tell,
Or form my fault'ring tongue to ſpeak,
that cruel word, Farewel!
Farewel---but know, tho’ thus we part,
my thoughts can never ſtray:
Go where I will, my conſtant heart,
muſt with my charmer ſtay.
