II. FOR all the Wrak a Wretch can pack, And in his Bags embrace, Zit Deid sall tak him be the Back, And gar him cry Alace! Then sall he swak, away with Lak, Then will they mak, at him a Knack, With ane O and an I, Quhyle we haif Tyme and Space, Mak we gude Cheir, quhyle we are heir, And thankful be for Grace. III. WERE there a King to rax and ring, Amang Gude-fallows crownd, Wretches wad wring, and mak Murning, For Dule they sould be drownd. Quha finds a Dring, or auld or zing, Now let us sing, our Cares to ding, And mak a gladsome Sound, With an O and ane I: Now are we further bound, Drink thou to me, and I to thee, And let the Cap go round. IV. QUHA understude, suld have his Gude, Sum in thair Mude they wald ga wid, Not worth a Hude, or an auld Snude Wretch be the Rude, now to conclude, Full few sall for the pray, With an O and ane I, Gude Fallows as langs we may, Be merry and free, syne blyth let us be, And sing on tway and tway. Quod Jo. BLYTH. THE END OF THE FIRST VOLUME. |