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The glowin breast that lov's them best
Shalt dearest ever be to mine.
Blyth, &c.
And here's to you my friend so true,
May discord ne’er a feeling wounds;
And should we flyte ne’er harbour spite,
But in a bowl be’t quickly drown’d.
Blythe, &c.
Now rap and ring and gar them bring
The biggest stoupfu‘ yet we've see
Why should we part when hand and heart
At ilka bumper growns mair keen.
Blythe, &c.
FINIS.
