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SONGS.
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The Drygate Brig.
Last Monday night at sax o'clock,
To Mirran Gibbs I went, man,
To snuff, am' crack an' toom the cap.
It was my haill intent, man;
Sae down I sat and pried the yill,
Syne luggit out my sneeshin mill,
An’ took a pinch wi’ right good will
O beggar's brown, (the best in town,)
Then sent it roun’ about the room
To gie ilk ane a scent, man.
Our club consisted,—let me see—
