Mrs. McLeods last Farewel to John Gibson.
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McLeod,
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NOw John what makes thee look so shan,
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Brush up and look couragious, Man.
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We have had mony a Cog between us,
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E'en san De'el a Saul has seen us,
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And since that nearest Friends must part,
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Here's to your Health wi' a' my Heart,
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Sae take your Scuds, John, and be merry.
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And drink a Health to Brother Currie,
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And seeing we must part belyve,
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Sae lang's together, let's be blyth.
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John.
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Waes me, blyth how can I be,
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When I think on yon ugly Tree,
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And how Dagleish that foul-thumb'd Limmer,
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With nailing Lug too to the Timmer,
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Where with my Billet on my Breast,
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Must stand as grave's a new made Priest,
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And a' for being a Comerade
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To you, a dam'd eternal Jade,
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Who always wrought the Devil's Pleasure,
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If thereby ye could mend your Treasure,
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Now I'm oblig'd to take a Scoup,
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Wi' Hangy's Foot into my Doup.
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Maun part wi' Wife an' a' my Childer,
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And a' for Greed of getting Siller,
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And dare not come within the Bow,
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Altho' 't would vantage me a Cow.
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My Malison on your curs'd Face,
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That makes me suffer this Disgrace.
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By Forgery ye more did cheat,
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Than in a Twelve-month I'd repeat.
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McLeod,
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But John, pray whence come a' this balding,
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Fy hold your Peace Man, with your scaulding;
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And e'en keep your self content,
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'Tis after Time, now to repent.
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For Fifty Pounds, I'd stand your Caution,
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That I were but in your Condition.
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Quietly I'd be thankful John,
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To stand a Hail Day on the Tron,
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Were I but sure to pass for that,
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I would thank Heaven for my Fate.
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Your Sheverings, John, I shall repay,
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A Pair of Shammy Gloves ye's hae.
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And for your Napken, a Half Mantu
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Apron to be your Pock-mantn.
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And for your Tows, my Apron-strings,
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Take it down there, where it hings,
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And tho' that I die in a Teather,
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Ye'll mind, that we forg'd Bills together.
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John,
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I thank you for your Complement,
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And now advise you to repent;
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For it is best to make Confession,
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And not pretend to forge Remission.
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Lest old Lucky-Ded deceive you,
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And for your Pains, in Collops rive you.
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Make hast then, and take your Noggan,
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'Tis near the Time that I were jogging.
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McLeod,
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Your Health John, and farwel to you,
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John,
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Mony Thanks, and Deil be wi' you.
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