And well old Scotland may be proud
To hear her Burns proclaimed aloud,
For to her sons the world hath bowed
Through Burns’s name—
All races of the world are proud
Of Burns’s fame.
Trip to Malsis Hall.
The day wor fine, the sun did shine,
No signs o’ rain to fall,
When t’North Beck hands, i’ jovial bands,
Did visit Malsis Hall.
Up by the hill o’ North Beck Mill,
Both owd an’ young did meet;
To march I trow, i’ two-by-two,
Procession dahn the street.
An’ Marriner’s Band, wi’ music grand,
Struck up wi’ all ther might;
Then one an’ all, both great an’ small,
March’d on wi’ great delight.
The girls an’ boys, wi’ jovial noise,
The fife an’ drum did play;
For ivvery one wod hev some fun
On this eventful day.
Owd Joan o’ Sall’s wi’ all his pals,
March’d on wi’ all ther ease:
Just for a lark, some did remark,
“There goes some prime owd cheese!”
T’Exl’ Heead chaps wi’ their girt caps,
An’ coits nut quite i’ t’fashion;
Wi’ arms ding-dong, they strut along,
An’ put a famous dash on.
Tom Wilkins dress’d up in his best,
T’owd wife put on her fall,
Fer they wor bent, what com or went,
To dine at Malsis Hall.
Ther wor Tommy Twist among the list,
Wi’ his magenta snaht;
He’s often said sin he gat wed,
T’owd lass sud hev an aght.