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Goodman, quoth. ſhe How may this be,
that every thing is gone arear?
Goodwife. Wa'k out and in, and ſee,
and then you will have cauſe to ſpear.
Quoth ſhe, Goodman. Indeed I fear,
if you ſhould occupy this trade,
Within a quarter of a year,
our houſe will come to a ſmall ſtead.
Now when you have theſe lines all read,
and of the writer would have skill.
From the highway you need not ſpeed,
but ſpeer for Lady Ann's New Mill.
When I do, may I never Drink more.
WHILE the lover is thinking,
With my friends I'll be drinking,
And with vigour purſue my delight;
While the fool is deſigning,
His fatal confining,
With Bacchus I'll ſpend the whole night.
With the God I'll be jolly,
With madneſs and folly,
Fickle woman to marry implore;
Leave my bottle and friend,
For ſo ſocliſh an end!
When I do, may I never drink more.
GLASGOW,
Printed by J. and M. Robertſon, Saltmarket, 1802
