By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes, / Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomon', / Where me and my true love were ever wont to gae, / On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomon'.

The calendar was selling Moctezuma beer, so I had one of them in her honor while Murray bombed himself with the mezcal.

Doeſt thou forſake the deuill and all his workes? / Aunſwere. I forſake them.

I put into his Mouth a Raspatory, and, fixing it between the root of his Tongue, and edge of that Tonsil, pulled away the corrupt Flesh