Funny-speakin’ Peggy Meekin wi’ the meetin’ nose an’ chin,
An’ Robie Rule,[16] aul’ noisy tule, whase drum made sic a din.
There was winkin’ Sandy Linton, makin’ peeries roun’ an’ fine
(Within his doors hoo monie hours o’ merriment I min’),
The pistol-fittit cooper carle whase name was aye a myth,
An’ the twae whase names were bye-words, Wullie White an’ Michael Smith.
Wi’ mony mae than I may say, but yin I’d like to name
(Gin I forget to him my debt, I’ll hide my heid for shame,)
Wi’ great respec’, the maister stric’, an’ danglin’ frae his claws,
His badge o’ rule i’ the thrang aul’ schule, the weel-worn cutty tawse.