And mony mae we hope to be!
Chorus
We are na fou, etc.
It is the moon, I ken her horn,
That’s blinkin’ in the lift sae hie;
She shines sae bright to wyle us hame,
But, by my sooth, she’ll wait a wee!
Chorus
We are no fou, etc.
Muir (beating the table): There’s no eloquence like it. Was not Demosthenes an orator? Then was Demosthenes drunk.