—A’ the Scots that ever wur
Gang ootward in a creel.
We’re ootward boond frae Scotland.
Guid-bye, fare-ye-weel; guid-bye, fare-ye-weel.
The cross-tap is a monkey-tree
That nane o’ us can spiel.
We’ve never seen the Captain,
But the first mate is a Jew.
We’ve shipped aboord Eternity.
Adieu, kind freends, adieu!...