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A Mournful Ditty from the Knight of Complaints |
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A Mournful Ditty from the Knight of Complaints
MOTTO
What should I do up town my business lies all in the Canongate
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How blyth was I ilk day to seeAuchleck come tripping doun
His ain forestairs at Netherbow
To drink his dram at Noon
Chorus
Oh the Shades the Caller Caller ShadesWhere I have oft complaind
Till Luckies Bottle C.F.D.
Was to the bottom drain'd
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I neither wanted drink nor dramWhan Tam Dicks house was nigh
But now in Canongate I dwell
A dismal place and dry
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Hard fate that I should banish'd beGang heavily and mourn
Because I lood the Warmest dram
That Eer in Mouth did burn
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She brought a Gill sae Strong and SweetThe Knights stood drouthy by
Even Pitcher Hume in dumbness gazd
He was so very dry
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Our Bottle and the Little StoupThat held our wee soup dram
Ye Thirsty Knights for Liquor Coup
I will not Care a Damn
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Adiew ye Cooling Shades adiewFareweel my forenoons Gill
By Tam Dicks fire I'll Sitt no more
My Horrors all to kill
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