IT fell about the Month of April
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into the time of Lentran,
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There were three old Sogers,
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and they fell to the talking.
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They talked up, they talked down,
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till they came to the Border,
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We'll take a Pint of this small Beer;
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before that we go furder.
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And they sat down at the Sun set,
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sat till the Cocks were Crawing,
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They bred a strife among themselves,
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who of them should pay the Lawing.
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If ye be Sogers to your Trade,
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or to your Occupation;
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You's pay your Beer before you go,
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or else you's find me Caution.
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Before I find you Caution,
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for such a simple Sum,
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You and I'll the Battel try,
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before the Moon go down.
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And in came Jonnie Paterson
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louping like a Ladie,
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The first thing he got in his hand,
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it was an Eelock spadie,
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He lap about, he strake about,
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he strake with such a bensil,
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He gave the good man over the Crown,
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good-man take that for Hansill.
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In came Maggie Davidson
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was louping like a Lassie;
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She said Good man your in the wrong,
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or else your very saucie.
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Ye's get Kail and Cudpock,
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well bruilied on a Brander,
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Twenty Pints of good strong Ale
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well mixt with Corriander.
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The Corriander was so strong,
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it leap into their brows Sir,
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Before the morn at Sun rising,
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they heard some other news Sir.
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The Killing scrik'd, the Codline mourn'd,
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the Haddocks made great dool,
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We'll go no more to Ferrie Town
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to see the Sogers Reel.
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