Thanks for posting that link, cajunscot.
From the end:
* Not sure about some of what is being discussed in the passage, though.Wi' merry sangs, an' friendly cracks,
I wat they did na weary;
And unco tales, an' funnie jokes-
Their sports were cheap an' cheery:
Till butter'd sowens, (16) wi' fragrant lunt,
Set a' their gabs a-steerin;
Syne, wi' a social glass o' strunt,
They parted aff careerin
Fu' blythe that night.
(16) Sowens, with butter instead of milk to them, is always the Halloween Supper.-R.B.
And across the centuries:
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