Part 1 — POINT VII.
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RECITATIVO. So sung the Bard—and Nansie's waws Shook wi' a thunder of applause, Re-echo'd from each mouth! They toom'd * their pokes, they pawn'd their duds**, They scarcely left to coor their fuds, To quench their lowan drouth.
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Then owre again, the jovial thrang, The poet did request, To lowse his pack an' wale a sang, A ballad o' the best.. He, rising, rejoicing, Between his two, Deborahs, Looks round him, an' found them Impatient for the chorus. * Opened. **Rags.