He’s just as like him as ae lark
Is like anither.
About me then there was a din,
They sought me out through thick an’ thin,
Wi’ deil hae her, an deil hae him,
He’s o’er the dyke;
Our Dominie has now dung in
His arse a pike.
Ye may weel judge I was right sweer,
This uncouth meeting to draw near,