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Enter Mathew Mutchkin.
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Air—Calder Fair.

Mat.
As I cam hame frae Ruglin fair,
At e'en whan it was dusky,
I had enough—and may be mair,
A drap oure muckle whisky.
I saw twa fallows yoke thegither,
Wha they war, the taen or tither,
I ken na mair nor Abram's mither,
I was blin wi' whisky.