Quha wonn’t at the sygne o’ the bonnie Black Bull,

I’ the toon o’ Lockerbye.

For Wullye, he drawyt the best o’ wyne,

An’ brewyt the best o’ yelle,

An’ mixyt the best o’ brandye punch,

As neebour Lairds coulde telle.

For aft the neebour Lairds conveent

At Wullye’s to drynke theyre wyne,

An’ hech! quhan they yokyt the brandye punch,

They raysyt ane unco schyne.