And Edinburgh and Glasgow
Are like ploomen in a pub.
They want to hear o’ naething
But their ain foul hubbub....
The fules are richt; an extra thocht
Is neither here nor there.
Oor lives may differ as they like
—The self-same fate we share.
And whiles I wish I’d nae mair sense
Than Cruivie and Gilsanquhar,