They watch’d—but nane saw him his brose ever sup
Nor a spune sought Aiken-drum.
On Blednoch banks, an’ on crystal Cree,
For mony a day a toil’d wicht was he;
And the bairns they play’d harmless roun’ his knee,
Sae social was Aiken-drum.
But a new-made wife, fu’ o’ rippish freaks,
Fond o’ a things feat for the five first weeks,
Laid a mouldy pair o her ain man’s breeks
By the brose o’ Aiken-drum.