Sawney, &c.
Make pious folk in gude black claith,
Extol, till they run short o’ breath,
The great Defender of the Faith,
Sawney, &c.
Make your peers o’ high degree,
Crouching low on bended knee,
Greet him wi’ a Wha wants me?
Sawney, &c.
Let his glorious kingship dine,