It’s robbin’ Peter to pey Paul at least....
And a’ that’s Scotch aboot it is the name,
Like a’ thing else ca’d Scottish nooadays
—A’ destitute o’ speerit juist the same.
(To prove my saul is Scots I maun begin
Wi’ what’s still deemed Scots and the folk expect,
And spire up syne by visible degrees
To heichts whereo’ the fules ha’e never recked.
But aince I get them there I’ll whummle them
And souse the craturs in the nether deeps,