"'Oh, wae on the siller! it's twined me an' Johnnie. Though scanty o' wealth, yet he's kindly an' bonnie Gin he wud but seek me this very gude e'en, He'd no tine his errand,' quo Tipperty's Jean. Peer Johnnie o'erheard her, his heart like to brak, He cuist his arms roon' her an' gied her a smack. 'Wull ye be my dawtie?' she blinkit fu' keen; 'Yer welcome to tak' me,' quo Tipperty's Jean. "An' there was a waddin'! sic vivers an' drinks, Sic fiddlin' an' pipin', sic dancin' an' jinks; The haggis e'en hotched to the piper it's lane; 'It's a' weel that ends weel,' quo Tipperty's Jean. The minister danced i' the barn wi' the bride; The elders cried 'Fiddlers, play up _Delvin Side_;' The dominie sang like a mavis at e'en; 'Here's a health to quid lasses,' like Tipperty's Jean." Thus ance begun, sang followed sang a' roun'-- _The Cunnin' Clerk o' Colliston_, _The Tailor Loon_, _Auld Scour Abeen_, an' mony mair as fell-- Till Luckie brings the drucken bite hersel'-- Saut beef an' breid (she was a sleekit bodie) To moyen ben anither bowl o' toddy; Anither, an' anither yet, 'til a' war' glorious, Some greetin'-fow, an' ithers clean uproarious. To tak' the gate at lang an' last they're fain, "Sorry to pairt, happy to meet again." Though Inglis kent a bull's fit frae a B, He had mair than a wee drap in his ee; For length o' road he caredna half a bodle, The breadth o't sairly fash'd his drummel'd nodle. "It's dreich wark this," quo he; "I kenna, haith, Gin I'd best gang or rin--I'se try them baith. I wish I war' weel hame! na, what excuse Can I mak' oot for haudin' sic a boose? Weel was I warnised ere I cam' frae hame; I canna say ae word--it _was_ a shame-- An', by my troth I sweer, if I get o'er This dirdum richt, I'll ne'er haud sic a splore." Alas! alas! what witchery constrains Man's pleasures thus, to breed such racking pains? 'Tis retribution just: vice is the source Of dread despair and harrowing remorse; But, like the star that gems the darkest night, Returning virtue brings back glorious light.