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"Somebody else dead, belike!—we're a' goin' to the deevil as fast as auld Clootie can drag us, I ken!"

Och Jings, ma belle, Jings ma belle,Jings Jings a' day lang!Aw whit a scream it is to see,Paw's lang face as I tear awaon ma one guid wooden tray.The snaw bricht in the moon licht;the stars daeing a merry jig;and Maw Broon's pretty infra-dig, Aw Jings, bairns; Jings twins,Jings Jings a' the way,Och get yer ain happy haggis,Steam yer ain clootie dumpling!I'm aff tae hae ma ain day.Gie me peace and nae nativity!Ho, ho, ho!

For dessert, there's Clootie Dumpling and Custard or ice cream from northern Scotland's Orkney Islands.

It canna be a body—for we ken that the bodies o' the dead are moulderin in the grave; it canna be a soul—for what could gar a happy speerit come back frae heaven to revisit this wearisome warld?—and frae the ither bit, Auld Clootie wad tak far owre guid care o' them to let e'er a speerit among them won back again.

Then gie us Merriment: Loose him like a linnet Teeterin' on a bloomin' spray— We ken him i' the minute,— Twinklin' is ane ee asklent, Wi' auld Clootie in it— Auld Sawney Lintwhite, We ken him i' the minute!