To drink bedeen;
The barn an’ yard was aft sae thrang,
We took the green.
An’ there by dizens we lay down,
Syne sweetly ca’d the healths aroun’,
To bonny lasses, black or brown,
As we lo’ed best;
In bumpers we dull cares did drown,
An’ took our rest.
When in our pouch we fand some clinks,