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MY GLENDALE FRIEND, WILL REEDY O !
Tune,—" The Lea Rig."
O let my hat be e'er sae brown, My coat be e'er sae seedy O ; My whole turn-out scarce worth a crown, Like gent's well-bred, but needy O ; Yet still while 1 have got Enough to pay the shot Of Boniface both gruff and greedy O, I'll fill the sparkling cup, And I'll drink it fairly up, To my Glendale friend, Will Reedy O !
Away wi' carking care and gloom,
That make life's pathway weedy O ; A cheerful glass makes the flowers to bloom And the lightsome hours fly speedy O; Be merry but and wise, Prize the minute as it flies, And Sorrow never will heed ye O :— Then put the goblet round, With a Fisher's Garland crown'd, To my Glendale friend, Will Reedy O !
Three summers now ha'e fled sinsyne We met where Glen runs speedy O ;
Where ye on Cheviot mutton dine, Wi' Cheviot fleeces dead ye O ; |
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