I leyke the king, I leyke the state,
The kurk and constitution,
An’ on their foes buith soon and late,
Wish downfa’ an’ confusion.
But may nae frien’ o’ mine,
By cheats turn out that maizlin ninny,
To barter aw’ the Briton’s reeghts,
For nonsense an’ a guinea.
Wi’ Keyte this day.
Rosley Fair.