Now… what y'all wanna do? / Wanna be ballers? Shot-callers? Brawlers?

Then, since I’m sure to meet my Fate, How vain would Hope appear? Since Fear cannot protract the Date, How foolish ’twere to fear?

The Master—the deil's in their thrapples that should call him sae! it's Mr. Henry should be master now!

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