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Rudyard Kipling - The Fall of Jock Gillespie
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This fell when dinner-time was done —
  `Twixt the first an` the second rub —
That oor mon Jock cam` hame again
  To his rooms ahist the Club.

An` syne he laughed, an` syne he sang,
  An` syne we thocht him fou,
An` syne he trumped his partner`s trick,
  An` garred his partner rue.

Then up and spake an elder mon,
  That held the Spade its Ace —
God save the lad! Whence comes the licht
  "That wimples on his face?"

An` Jock he sniggered, an` Jock he smiled,
  An` ower the card-brim wunk: —
"I`m a` too fresh fra` the stirrup-peg,
  "May be that I am drunk."

"There`s whusky brewed in Galashils
  "An` L. L. L. forbye;
"But never liquor lit the lowe
  "That keeks fra` oot your eye.

"There`s a third o` hair on your dress-coat breast,
  "Aboon the heart a wee?"
"Oh! that is fra` the lang-haired Skye
  "That slobbers ower me."

"Oh! lang-haired Skyes are lovin` beasts,
  "An` terrier dogs are fair,
"But never yet was terrier born,
  "Wi` ell-lang gowden hair!

"There`s a smirch o` pouther on your breast,
  "Below the left lappel?"
"Oh! that is fra` my auld cigar,
  "Whenas the stump-end fell."

"Mon Jock, ye smoke the Trichi coarse,
  "For ye are short o` cash,
"An` best Havanas Couldna leave
  "Sae white an` pure an ash.

"This nicht ye stopped a story braid,
  "An` stopped it wi` a curse.
"Last nicht ye told that tale yoursel` —
  "An` capped it wi` a worse!

"Oh! we`re no fou! Oh! we`re no fou!
  "But plainly we can ken
"Ye`re fallin`, fallin` fra the band
  "O` cantie single men!"

An` it fell when sirris-shaws were sere,
  An` the nichts were lang and mirk,
In braw new breeks, wi` a gowden ring,
  Oor Jocke gaed to the Kirk!
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