Oor Tam has joined the Templars noo,―― Ha, ha, the doing o’t! Ne’er again ye’ll see him fou,―― Ha, ha, the doing o’t! When a’ the lave tak’ to the drink, An’ gar the change-house glasses clink, While they themselves like howlets wink, He ne’er thinks o’ preein’ o’t. Takin’ drink baith late an’ ear’,―― Weary fa’ the brewing o’t! Aft he made oor hearts richt sair,―― Weary fa’ the brewing o’t! But what cared he for wife an’ weans―― For a’ oor sighs and heavy granes! We micht as weel ha’ saved oor pains,―― He couldna see the meanin’ o’t. Drink had seared his heart within,―― Weary fa’ the brewing o’t! He ne’er was pleased till he was blin’,―― Weary fa’ the brewing o’t! His wife and weans micht hungry be; Tam ne’er cared a single flee, As lang’s he’d got the barley bree.―― Weary fa’ the brewing o’t! Hame he reeled fu’ late at nicht,―― Weary fa’ the brewing o’t! Gi’ein’ wife an’ weans a fricht,―― Weary fa’ the brewing o’t! An’ when ance atowre the door, He wad stamp, an’ shout, an’ roar; Oh! it was an unco splore,―― Weary fa’ the brewing o’t! Noo, oor hame’s a heaven on earth,―― Ha, ha, the doing o’t! Life, in sooth, is something worth,―― Ha, ha, the doing o’t! We’re a’ weel clad frae tap to tae, An’ meat in plenty, too, we ha’e, An’ something for a rainy day,―― Ha, ha, ha, the doing o’t! Wha wad thocht to see me here,―― Ha, ha, the doing o’t! Singing sangs o’ hearty cheer,―― Ha, ha, the doing o’t! Nae mair the weans an’ me think shame To hear folk mention “daddy’s” name; We’re prood our kinship noo to claim,―― Ha, ha, ha, the doing o’t! ―――― SONG OF THE SESSION. There’s nought but talk on every han’; On every night that passes, oh! ’Tis wonderful how Members can Behave so much like Asses, oh! Loud bray the Asses, oh! Loud bray the Asses, oh! While business wails amid debates; And so the Session passes, oh! All this delay, from day to day Arrears of work amasses, oh! By sum on sum, till August’s come, When Statesmen look like Asses, oh! Loud, &c. The Income Tax upon our backs, With leaden weight is pressing, oh! And Ireland’s grief demands relief, The Debtor’s wrongs redressing, oh! Loud, &c. The Poor-Law Bill is standing still, While Gentlemen are jawing, oh! At fists and foils, in private broils, Each other clapper-clawing, oh! Loud, &c.