The supper done, then up ye rise,
To gang ane while, as is the guise[298]—
By ye have roamit ane alley thrice,
It is a mile almaist.
Then ye may to your chalmer gang,
Beguile the nicht, gif it be lang,
With talk, and merry mows[299] amang,
To elevate the spleen.
For your collation tak ane taste,
Some little licht thing till digest,