Duncan (waking): I apologise—I said so. Sam Ogilvie, we will wipe out all debts. Let us drink till morning.
Ogilvie: Shy, you’re a thoroughbred.
Muir: Come, Mr. Burns, do not be put out of countenance because a few words have passed. Let gone be gone. We’re all friends now. Another song, Mr. Burns, and here’s to you.
[They all drink again, and call for the song.]
Burns (rousing himself): You mistake me, gentlemen. I am your servant. And, my lord, as you say, we will let gone be gone. We cannot confound our limitations, as Mr. Simpson will tell you. So let us drink, and sing, and drink.
[He drinks a full cup at a draught, and sings, the chorus now renewed to its highest pitch.]
Ken ye ought o’ Captain Grose?
Igo and ago,
If he’s amang his friends or foes?
Iram, coram, dago.