He ance was saft as dirt,
An’ as pale as ony shirt,
An’ as useless as a cart
Without the trams;
But now he’d face the deil,
Or swallow Jonah’s whale—
He’s as gleg’s a puddock’s tail,
Wi’ drinkin’ drams.
Oh! pale, pale was his hue,
An’ cauld, cauld was his broo,