We’ll teuk a hearty sneesh, my frien’s,
And pass’t from hand to hand.
When man first fand the want o’ claes,
The wind and cauld to fleg,
He twisted round about hims waist
The tartan philabeg.
And music first on earth was heard
In Gaelic accents deep,
When Jubal in his oxter squeezed
The blether o’ a sheep.