RECITATIVO.
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hen lyart leaves bestrow the yird,Or wavering like the bauckie-bird,Bedim cauld Boreas' blast;When hailstanes drive wi' bitter skyteAnd infant frosts begin to bite,In hoary cranreuch drest;Ae night at e'en a merry coreO' randie, gangrel bodies,In Poosie-Nansie's held the splore,To drink their orra duddies:Wi' quaffing and laughing,They ranted an' they sang;Wi' jumping and thumping,The vera girdle rang. First, neist the fire, in auld red rags,Ane sat, weel brac'd wi' mealy bags,And knapsack a' in order;His doxy lay within his arm,Wi' usquebae an' blankets warm--She blinket on her sodger:An' ay he gies the tozie drabThe tither skelpin' kiss,While she held up her greedy gabJust like an aumous dish.Ilk smack still, did crack still,Just like a cadger's whip,Then staggering and swaggeringHe roar'd this ditty up--
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