The Earth’s my mastless samyn,
The thistle my ruined sail.
—Le’e go as you maun in the end,
And droon in your plumm o’ ale!...
Clear keltie aff an’ fill again
Withoot corneigh bein’ cryit,
The drink’s aye best that follows a drink.
Clear keltie aff and try it.
Be’t whisky gill or penny wheep,
Or ony ither lotion,