Here many a poor man lost his life,
Being unaccustom’d to such strife,
Crying Shentlemen, ye’d best let be;
For feth wese hae a meuds of ye;
If we had up our muckle dyke
We’ll tak your Castle when we like.
These engineers, who knew far better,
Out of their lives did still them flatter,
At ev’ry point where danger was
They made the poor unthoughtfu’ pass: