Though money has its praises,
I’d much liefer be well-born
Than count the wealth of Crœsus.
Hear me gentles and commons all,
Cease your blame and banter;
When I my pedigree rehearse,
You’ll find I am no vaunter.
From great Clan Dougall I descend;
No better blood is flowing,
But richer made in me from founts