What a sicht was Aiken-drum!
On his wauchie arms three claws did meet,
As they trail'd on the grun' by his taeless feet;
Even the auld gudeman himsel' did sweat,
To look at Aiken-drum.
But he drew a score, himsel' did sain,
The auld wife tried, but her tongue was gane;
While the young ane closer clespit her wean,
And turn'd frae Aiken-drum.
But the canty auld wife cam till her braith.