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May the hinges of fri end ship never rust or the
wings of love lose a feath er.
Here 's to the place where a cl rap of guid drink's
to be go tten .
The juice of the grape is g1Ven to him who will
use it wisely, as tha t which cheers the heart of
m an after toil, refreshes him in sickness, refreshes
him in sor row; he who enj oyeth it may thank
God for his wine cnp as for his daily bread ; a nd
he who abuses the gift o f heaYen is not a greater
fool that shine in abstinence.
To s um up all, be merry I advise;
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\ s we're merry may we still be wise.
H ere's to yo ur fou k , a n' a ' o ur fo uk, a n' a' the
fouk that's bee n kind to your fo uk a n' our fouks ,
and if a' fouk had been as kind to fouk as you
fouk's been our fouk, our fouk they wo uld aye
h a ' been guid fouk i' the warld sin fouk sin fouk's
bin fouks.
Now fill )'Our glasses ane a n a',
,\nd dnnk the toast I gie ye, 0,
To merry cluels, a nd lasses bra w
And every joy be wi' ye, 0. '
Fair
fa'
the whisky, O,
F air far the whisky,
O,
What would a drouthy body do,
If
'twere nae for the whisky,
O?
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