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Tight Wad
yer cannie as cannie be Na'e sloutch or frivolous spend-thrift ye Who's coins to feered to leave the purse In-case it's ye'sd tae quench the thirst O' the ither who's just stood ye one now sitting empty as a drouthy burn, as he waits on you ta'e stand yer turn. He taps his glass-he looks at you, a bead o' sweat runs doon yer broo. There's na'e way oot o' this one noo. So yo steady yersel, ye are resigned to pay the ither back in-kind. But then an idea springs ta'e mind. Ye dig deep, you rummage roon'd the ither hopes its coin ye'v foon'd. But you pull oot yer watch instead- his face is thunder, your's turns red, but not of shame- but by reprieve for the preciose coin that's jist been saved. Jings! is that the time you will exclaim it's high time you were getting hame. And as you prepare to go your way. i'll catch you next time you will say, and pat the purse that's hidden away your coinage saved for an-ither day a poem by john-jock-scott
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