Who died Anno Domini, 1711
Auld Reeky mourn in sable hue,
Let fouth o’ tears dreep like May dew,
To bra’ tippeny bid adieu,
Which we wi’ greed,
Bended as fast as she could brew,
But now she’s dead.
To tell the truth now, Maggy dang,
O’ customers she had a bang;
For lairds an’ sutors a’ did thrang