To fill their bellies when they were needy;
They cocks and hens, and churns and cheese
Did kill and eat, when they could seize,
And when owners did them exclaim;
“Hup poup, hersel be far frae hame,
“You need not fash to say no thing,
“Hersel brings you a bra’ new king.”
From Perth they march’d unto Dumblane,
And then by Down the road they’ve ta’en;
By Stirling bridge they could not go,