’Gainst the ’sponsible voice o’ a hale country-side
On the facts ’bout Aiken-drum?
Tho’ the “Brownie o’ Blednoch” lang be gane,
The mark o’ his feet’s left on mony a stane;
An’ mony a wife an’ mony a wean
Tell the feats o’ Aiken-drum.
E’en now, licht loons that jibe an’ sneer
At spiritual guests an’ a’ sic gear,
At the Glasnock mill hae swat wi’ fear,
An’ look’d roun’ for Aiken-drum.