DRINK
Gie him strong drink until he wink,
That’s sinking in despair;
An’ liquor guid to fire his bluid,
That’s prest we’re an’ care:
There let him bowse, and deep carouse,
Wi’bumpers flowing o’er,
Till he forgets his loves or debts,
An’ minds his grief’s no more…
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