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Ye'll sena me hameward, blina and reelina
Frae nightly swagger,
By wall an' post my pathway feelina,
Wia mony a stagger.
Nae mair oa fights that bruise ana mangles
Nae mair oa nets my feet to tangle,
Nae mair oa senseless brawl ana wrangle,
Wia friena ana wife too,
Nae mair oa deavina din ana jangle
My feckless life through.
Ye thievina, cheatina, auld Cheap Jack,
Peddlina your poison brose, I crack
Your banes against my ingle-back
Wia meikle pleasure.
Deil mend ye ia his workshop black,
E'en at his leisure!
I'll brak ye're neck, ye foul auld sinner,
I'll spill ye're bluid, ye vile beginner
Oa aa the ills ana aches that winna
Quat saul ana body!
Gie me hale breeks ana weel-spread dinner
Deil taka ye're toddy!
Nae mair wia witches' broo gane gyte,
Gie me ance mair the auld delight
0' sittina wia my bairns in sight,
The gude wife near,
The weel-spent day, the peacefua night,
The mornina cheer!
Cock aa ye're heids, my bairns fua gleg,
My winsome Robin, Jean, ana Meg,
For food and claes ye shall na beg
A doited daddie.
Dance, auld wife, on your girl-day leg,
Ye've founa your laddie!
1829.
Boston and New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company, 1888-89.
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