They had na sic command, man,
Fal lal, &c.
Nae doubts nain-sell maun draw his purs,
And pay them what him’s like, man:
I’ll see a shudgement on his store,
That filthy turnimspike, man.
Fal lal, &c.
But I’ll awa to the Highland hills,
Where nere a ane sall turn her;
And no come near your turnimspike,