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THE DOMINIE DEPOS'D.
I ne'er laid money up in ſtore,
Into a hole behind the door,
A ſhilling, penny, leſs or more,
I did it ſcatter,
'Tis juſt, now, I ſhould drink, therefore,
Sma' beer or water.
I never ſooner filler got,
But a' my pouches it wou'd plot,
And ſcorch them fair, it was fae hot;
Then to get clear
Of it, I ſwill'd it down my throat,
In ale or beer.
Thus, a' my failing was my glaſs,
An anes, to pleaſe a bonny laſs,
I, like a ſilly amorous aſs,
Drew forth my gully,
An' thro' an' thro' at the firſt paſs
Ran Mr. Willy.
Sae for this mad, though merry fit,
I was fair vex'd and forc'd to flit,
They plagu'd me fae wi' pay and fit,
Quo' they, You theif,
How durſt you try to ſteal a bit
Forbidden beef?
O then I humbly plead that vos
Wou'd make it your continual mos,
Wi' hearts ſincere an' open os,
You'd often pray,
A tali malo libra nos,
O Domine.
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