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ALLAN'S ALE.
Come a' ye friendly, social pack,
Wha meet with glee to club your plack,
Attend while I rehearse a fact,
That winna fail;
Nae drink can raise a canty crack
Like Allan's ale.
Wha meet with glee to club your plack,
Attend while I rehearse a fact,
That winna fail;
Nae drink can raise a canty crack
Like Allan's ale.
It waukens wit, and makes as merry
As England's far-famed Canterbury;
Rich wines, frae Lisbon, or Canary,
Let gentles hail,
But we can be as brisk and airy
Wi' Allan's ale.
As England's far-famed Canterbury;
Rich wines, frae Lisbon, or Canary,
Let gentles hail,
But we can be as brisk and airy
Wi' Allan's ale.
It bears the gree, I'se gi'e my aith,
Of Widow Dunn's and Ralston's baith,
Wha may cast by their brewing graith,
Baith pat and pail,
Since Paisley wisely puts mair faith
In Allan's ale.
Of Widow Dunn's and Ralston's baith,
Wha may cast by their brewing graith,
Baith pat and pail,
Since Paisley wisely puts mair faith
In Allan's ale.
Unlike the poor, sma' penny-wheep
Whilk worthless, petty change-folk keep,
O'er whilk mirth never deigned to peep,
Sae sour and stale,
I 've seen men joyous, frisk and leap,
Wi' Allan's ale.
Whilk worthless, petty change-folk keep,
O'er whilk mirth never deigned to peep,
Sae sour and stale,
I 've seen men joyous, frisk and leap,
Wi' Allan's ale.
Whether a friendly, social meeting,
Or politicians thrang debating,
Or benders blest your wizzens weeting,
Mark well my tale,
Ye 'll find nae drink half worth your getting
Like Allan's ale.
Or politicians thrang debating,
Or benders blest your wizzens weeting,
Mark well my tale,
Ye 'll find nae drink half worth your getting
Like Allan's ale.
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When bleak December's blasts do blaw,
And Nature's face is co'er'd wi' snaw,
Poor bodies scarce do work at a',
The cauld's sae snell,
But meet and drink their cares awa'
Wi' Allan's ale.
And Nature's face is co'er'd wi' snaw,
Poor bodies scarce do work at a',
The cauld's sae snell,
But meet and drink their cares awa'
Wi' Allan's ale.
Let auld Kilmarnock make a fraise
What she has done in better days,
Her “threepenny” ance her fame could raise
O'er muir and dale;
But Paisley now may claim the praise
Wi' Allan's ale.
What she has done in better days,
Her “threepenny” ance her fame could raise
O'er muir and dale;
But Paisley now may claim the praise
Wi' Allan's ale.
Let selfish wights impose their notions,
And damn the man won't take their lessons,
I scorn their threats, I scorn their cautions,
Say what they will;
Let friendship crown our best devotions
Wi' Allan's ale.
And damn the man won't take their lessons,
I scorn their threats, I scorn their cautions,
Say what they will;
Let friendship crown our best devotions
Wi' Allan's ale.
While sun, and moon, and stars endure,
And aid wi' light “a random splore,”
Still let each future social core
Its praises tell:
Adored aye, and for evermore,
Be Allan's ale!
And aid wi' light “a random splore,”
Still let each future social core
Its praises tell:
Adored aye, and for evermore,
Be Allan's ale!
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