Fait yes pe ket a silder protch,
Pe pigger as the moon, mattam,
Ye’s ride in curroch stead o’ coach,
And wow put ye’ll pe fine, mattam.
Had awa’, had awa’,
Had awa’ frae me, Donald,
For all your Highland rarities,
You’re not a match for me, Donald.
What’s tis ta way tat ye’ll pe kind
To a protty man like me, mattam,