MS: 'Love and Liberty – A Cantata'

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MS: 'Love and Liberty – A Cantata'

There's I'm even, I'm tauld, i' the Court
A Tumbler ca'd the Premier.

Observ'd ye yon reverend lad
Mak faces to tickle the Mob;
He rails at our mountebank squad,
Its rivalship just i' the job.

[page torn] I'll tell,
For faith I'm confoundedly dry:
The chiel that's a fool for himsel,
Guid L--d, he's far dafter than I.

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