And Mary Queen o’ Scots ana’,
And Rabbie Burns and Weelum Wallace,
And Carlyle lookin’ unco gallus,
And Harry Lauder (to enthrall us).
And as I looked I saw them a’,
A’ the Scots baith big and sma’,
That e’er the braith o’ life did draw.
“Mercy o’ Gode, I canna thole
Wi’ sic an orra mob to roll.”
—“Wheesht! It’s for the guid o’ your soul.”