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Old Willie's tone grew sharp 's a knife:
'In primis, I indite ye,
For makin' strife wi' the water o' life,
And preferrin' aqua vitæ!'
Then roared a voice with lusty din,
Like a skipper's when 'tis blowy,
'If that's a sin, I'd ne'er got in,
As sure as my name's Noah!' 80