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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410060" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Daft Days</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The midnight hour is clinking, lads, <br>An' the douce an' the decent are winking, lads; <br>Sae I tell ye again,<br>Be't weel or ill ta'en,<br>It's time ye were quatting your drinking, lads.<br>Gae ben, 'an mind your gauntry, Kate,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gi'es mair o' your beer, an' less bantry, Kate,<br>For we vow, whaur we sit,<br>That afore we shall flit,<br>We'se be better acquaint wi' your pantry, Kate.<br>The &quot;daft days&quot; are but beginning, Kate,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An we're sworn. Would you hae us a sinning, Kate?<br>By our faith an' our houp,<br>We will stick by the stoup<br>As lang as the barrel keeps rinning, Kate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thro' hay, an' thro' hairst, sair we toil it, Kate,<br>Thro' Simmer, an' Winter, we moil it, Kate; <br>Sae ye ken, whan the wheel<br>Is beginning to squeal,<br>It's time for to grease an' to oil it, Kate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sae draw us anither drappy, Kate,<br>An' gie us a cake to our cappy, Kate;<br>For, by spiggot an' pin!<br>It's waur than a sin<br>To flit when we're sitting sae happy, Kate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Hew+Ainslie">Hew Ainslie</a><div class=q>
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An' the douce an' the decent are winking, lads; 
Sae I tell ye again,
Be't weel or ill ta'en,
It's time ye were quatting your drinking, lads.
Gae ben, 'an mind your gauntry, Kate,

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