Young Jack wi’ skirls he pierc’d the skies, I pray’d that death might close his eyes, But did not meet with that surprise, To my regret, Sae had nae help, but up an’ cries Het drinks to get. This laid their din; the drink was stale, An’ to’t they gaed wi’ tooth an’ nail, An’ wives whase rotten tusks did fail Wi’ bread an’ cheese, They birl’d fu’ fast at butter’d ale, To gie them ease. They ca’ upon me, then dadda, Come, tune your fiddle, play us a Jigg or hornpipe, nae mair SOL FA, My bonny cock; The kirk an’ you maun pluck a craw About young Jock. Play up, Sae merry as we hae been, Or, Wat ye wha we met yestreen, Or, Lass will ye lend me your leam? Or, Soups o’ brandy, Or, Gin the kirk wad let’s alane, Or, Houghmagandy. Sic tunes as these, yea, three or four, They call’d for, ill mat they cour, Play, cries the cummer, wi’ a glour, The wanton toudy, Wha’ did the Dominie ding o’er, Just heels o’er goudy. O’ music I had little skill, But as I could, I played my fill, It was my best to shaw good will; Yet a’ my drift, Was best how I might win the hill The wives to shift. Sae leaving them to drink het ale, I slipt awa’, an’ let them rail: Then running till my breath did fail, I was right glad Frae kirk and wives to tak’ leg bail,-- Nae doubt they said. _The Lettergae has plaid the fool, And shifted the repenting-stool. To kirk and session bids good-day, He’ll o’er the hills and far away._ THE SEQUEL. Now, loving friends I hae you left, Ye ken I neither stole nor reft, But when I found myself infeft, In a young Jack, I did resolve to change the haft For that mistak’. An’ reasons mae I had anew, For I had neither horse nor cow; My stock took wings an’ aff it flew, Sae a’ was gone, An’ deil a flee had I was new Except young John. Too aft my thirsty throat to cool, I went to visit the punch bowl, Which makes me now wear reddish wool Instead o’ black; Or I must foot the cutty stool Wi’ deil a plack. The chappen-stoup, the pint an’ gill, Too aft I caused for to fill, Ay loving those wha would sit still, An’ wet the mouth, Ne’er minding that the TULLO-HILL, Leads people south.