on ta the chapan
as ta the chapan on a day,
wi&039;death father&039;d by the way,
weel pleas&039;d, he greets a wight fao,
and death was nae less pleas&039;d wi&039; thoas,
wha cheerfully ys down his pack,
and there bws up a hearty crack:
his cial, friendly, honest heart
sae tickled death, they uld na part;
sae, after vieg knives and garters,
death taks hi ha to gie hi arters
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