Guid sakes, I’m in a dreidfu’ state.
I’ll ha’e nae inklin’ sune
Gin I’m the drinker or the drink,
The thistle or the mune.
I’m geylies feart I couldna tell
Gin I su’d lay me doon
The difference betwixt the warld
And my ain heid gaen’ roon’!...
Drums in the Walligate, pipes in the air,
Come and hear the cryin’ o’ the Fair.