Classic Poem

Come , let 's ha'e mair wine in,
Bacchus hates repining,
Venus loos nae dwining,
Let 's be blyth and free.
Away with dull! here t' ye, Sir;
Ye'r mistress, Robie, gi'e 's her;
We 'll drink her health wi' pleasure,
Wha 's belov'd by thee.

Then let Peggy warm ye,
That 's a lass can charm ye,
And to joys alarm ye;
Sweet is she to me:
Some angel ye wad ca' her,
And never wish ane brawer,
If ye bare-headed saw her,
Kiltet to the knee.

Peggy a dainty lass is,
Come let 's join our glasses,
And refresh our hauses
With a health to thee.
Let coofs their cash be clinking.
Be statesmen tint in thinking,
While we with love and drinking
Give our cares the lie.