An’ spell your dice.
Fou close we us’d to drink an’ rant,
Until we baith did glowr and gaunt,
An’ pish, an’ spue, an’ yesk, an’ maunt,
Right swash I trow,
Then aff auld stories we did chaunt,
Whan we were fou.
Whan we were wearied at the gouff,
Then Maggy Johnston’s was our houff,
Now a’ our gamesters may sit douff,