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we father;

an&039; hae a s o&039; rhy-ware

wi&039; ane anither

the four-gill chap, we&039;se gar hi ctter,

an&039; kirsen hi wi&039; reek water;

syne we&039;ll sit down an&039; tak our whitter,

to cheer our heart;

an&039; faith, we&039;se be acated better

before we part

awa ye selfish, war&039;ly race,

wha thk that havs, sense, an&039; grace,

ev&039;n love an&039; friendship should give pce

to catch—the—pck!

i dna like to see your face,

nor hear your crack

but ye who cial pleasure chars

whose hearts the tide of kdness wars,

who hold your beg on the ters,

“each aid the others,”

e to y bowl, e to y ars,

y friends, y brothers!

but, to ncde y ng epistle,

as y auld pen&039;s worn to the gristle,

a les frae you wad gar fissle,

who a, ost fervent,

while i can either sg or whistle,

your friend and servant