But plague licht on thae rantin’ chiel’s,
’At couldna let yin coort i’ quayet,
But keepit cryin’—bletherin’ de’ils!—
“Hoy! This is no the bit to stey at;
Co’ way to Stidriggs!”—sae I gaed,
But first the lassie low I herkit,
“I’ll come again?” was what I said—
An’ nae denial I remerkit.
We wan to Stidriggs Bent—but haith!
Our bent was Stidriggs’ tea an’ toddy;