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| THIS fell when dinner-time was done— | |
| ’Twixt the first an’ the second rub— | |
| That oor mon Jock cam’ hame again | |
| To his rooms ahint the Club. | |
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| An’ syne he laughed, an’ syne he sang, | 5 |
| An’ syne we thocht him fou, | |
| An’ syne he trumped his partner’s trick, | |
| An’ garred his partner rue. | |
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| Then up and spake an elder mon, | |
| That held the Spade its Ace— | 10 |
| “God save the lad! Whence comes the licht | |
| “That wimples on his face?” | |
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| An’ Jock he sniggered, an’ Jock he smiled, | |
| An’ ower the card-brim wunk:— | |
| “I’m a’ too fresh fra’ the stirrup-peg, | 15 |
| “May be that I am drunk.” | |
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| “There’s whusky brewed in Galashiels | |
| “An’ L. L. L. forbye; | |
| “But never liquor lit the lowe | |
| “That keeks fra’ oot your eye. | 20 |
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| “There’s a thrid o’ hair on your dress-coat breast, | |
| “Aboon the heart a wee?” | |
| “Oh! that is fra’ the lang-haired Skye | |
| “That slobbers ower me.” | |
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| “Oh! lang-haired Skyes are lovin’ beasts, | 25 |
| “An’ terrier dogs are fair, | |
| “But never yet was terrier born, | |
| “Wi’ ell-lang gowden hair! | |
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| “There’s a smirch o’ pouther on your breast, | |
| “Below the left lappel?” | 30 |
| “Oh! that is fra’ my auld cigar, | |
| “Whenas the stump-end fell.” | |
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| “Mon Jock, ye smoke the Trichi coarse, | |
| “For ye are short o’ cash, | |
| “An’ best Havanas couldna leave | 35 |
| “Sae white an’ pure an ash. | |
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| “This nicht ye stopped a story braid, | |
| “An’ stopped it wi’ a curse. | |
| “Last nicht ye told that tale yoursel’— | |
| “An’ capped it wi’ a worse! | 40 |
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| “Oh! we’re no fou! Oh! we’re no fou! | |
| “But plainly we can ken | |
| “Ye’re fallin’, fallin’ fra the band | |
| “O’ cantie single men!” | |
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| An’ it fell when sirris-shaws were sere, | 45 |
| An’ the nichts were lang and mirk, | |
| In braw new breeks, wi’ a gowden ring, | |
| Oor Jockie gaed to the Kirk! | |
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