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for ony a day

for you, right rev&039;rend osnaburg,

nane sets the wn-sleeve sweeter,

altho&039; a ribbon at your g

wad been a dress pleter:

as ye diwn yon paughty dog,

that bears the keys of peter,

then swith! an&039; t a wife to hug,

or trowth, ye&039;ll sta the itre

ckless day!

young, royal tarry-breeks, i learn,

ye&039;ve tely e athwart her—

a glorio galley, ste and stern,

weel rigg&039;d for ven&039; barter;

but first hang out, that she&039;ll discern,

your hyneal charter;

then heave aboard your grapple airn,

an&039; r upon her arter,

e full that day

ye, stly, bonie bloss a&039;,

ye royal sses daty,

heav&039;n ak you guid as well as braw,

an&039; gie you ds a-plenty!

but sneer na british boys awa!

for kgs are un scant aye,

an&039; ran ntles are but sa&039;,

they&039;re better jt than want aye

on ony day

gad bless you a&039;! nsider now,

ye&039;re un uckle dautit;

but ere the urse o&039; life be through,

it ay be bitter sautit:

an&039; i hae seen their ggie fou,

that yet hae tarrow&039;t at it

but or the day was done, i trow,

the gn they hae cutit

fu&039; clean that day