And Scotland followin’ on ahint
For threepenny bits spleet-new frae the mint.
Drums in the Walligate, pipes in the air,
The wallopin’ thistle is ill to bear.
But I’ll dance the nicht wi’ the stars o’ Heaven
In the Mairket Place as shair’s I’m livin’.
Easy to cairry roses or herrin’,
And the lave may weel their threepenny bits earn.
Devil the star! It’s Jean I’ll ha’e
Again as she was on her weddin’ day....