A Song.
Oh, Jamie brewed a bowl o’ punch,
And a’ his friends to help cam’ in;
A jollier set of chiels than they
Thegither’ll ne’er be seen again.
They were na fu’, they were na fu’
But just a wee drap in their e’e;
The cock might craw and the day might daw’,
But where the punch was, aye they’d be.
Now brew the punch, MCGUIRE, said he,
And mak’ it strang and make it guid,
For naething i’ the warld’s like punch
To warm the heart or stir the bluid.
For we’re na fu’, we are na fu’,
But just a drappie in our e’e;
The cock may craw, the day may daw’,
But where the punch is aye we’ll be.
So CHARLEY BOTELER brought the bowl-
A huge big bowl, a mighty ane,
Wherein if ony man should fa’
He’d droon, if not himsel’, his pain;
(Albert Pike)
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