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/ Yersel' is't? Imphm! Man that's bad! / A kin' o' thinness o' the blude? / Gaed aff las' nicht intil a dwam? / Keep's a'! But that's rale nesty, Tam! / An' lossin' taste noo for the dram? / (An' may it dae ye muckle gude!)
Noo! See the libel! "Thrice a day / A tablespunefu' efter food." / Drogues is nae better than they're ca'ed? / Some drumlie-like? Losh! ye're a lad! / The taste'll be byordnar' bad? / (An' may it dae ye muckle gude!)
Weel, here's your mixtur'-auchteen pence, / I'd mak' it cheaper gin I could. / For beast or body maist fowk ken / Best's cheapest at the hin'er en', / An' on my drogues ye may depen'. / (An' may they dae ye muckle gude!)
Forgot your siller? Hae ye though? / Ye're in a richt forgetfu' mood! / Gie't ye on tick? I ken ye fine? / An' whustle on my fingers, syne! / Lat's see that bottle! Here's your line! / (An' may it dae ye muckle gude!)