Like a glass of soda-water, it took away her breath;
It took away your breath, my dear, and it sorely dimm’d your sight,
And aye ye let the salt, salt tear down fall for Erin’s knight;
For he was a knight of glory bright, the spur ne’er deck’d a bolder,
Great George’s blade itself was laid upon Sir Daniel’s shoulder.
Sing hey ho, the Sheddon, etc.
“I took a turn along the street, to breathe the Trongate air,
Carnegie’s lass I chanced to meet, with a bag of lemons fair;
Says I, ‘Gude Meg, ohone! ohone! you’ve heard of Dan’s disaster—
If I’m alive, I’ll come at five, and feed upon your master;—