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One was kiss’d in the barn,
Another was kiss’d on the green,
And the t'other behind the pease-stack,
Till the mow flew up in her e’en.
Then up wi’t Alley, &c.
Now fye John Thomson, rin,
Gin ever ye ran in your life,
De’il get ye, but hye, my dear Jock,
There’s a man got to bed with your wife.
Then up wi’t Ailey &c.
Then away John Thomson ran,
And I true he ran with speed,
But, before he had run his length,
The false loon had done the deed.
Then up wi’t Ailey, &c.
We’re gaily yet, and we’re gaily yet,
And we’re no very fou but we’re gaily yet
Then sit ye a-while and tipple a bit.
For we’re no very fu’ but we’re gaily yet.
THE DELIGHTS OF WINE.
Let’s be merry with jest and song,
Time as he swiftly flies, my boys,
Will not a second our bliss prolong,
