And no break others legs, man.
Fal lal, &c.
They sharge a penny for ilka hors,
In troth they’l be nae sheaper,
For nought but gaen upo’ the crund,
And they gie me a paper.
Fal lal, &c.
They tak the hors then pe the head,
And there they mak them stand, man.
I tell’d them that I seen the day