And joined the Scotchy’s lilt,
Till all the rest were drunk or slept,
And all the casks a-tilt.
Then, as we staggered home at four,
It was a sight ter see
A-troopin’ from our “rubby” door
Our fan-tod familee!
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]They tended on us jest like kings,
And darnced around the bunk,
And seemed, the ’fectionate little things,