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IT'S rainin'. Weet's the gairden sod, / Weet the lang roads whaur gangrels plod- / A maist unceevil thing o' God / In mid July- / If ye'll just curse the sneckdraw, dod! / An' sae wull I!
He's a braw place in Heev'n, ye ken, / An' lea's us puir, forjaskit men / Clamjamfried in the but and ben / He ca's the earth- / A wee bit inconvenient den / No muckle worth;