And fausely gie me a’ the wyte
O’ ilka crime?
O’ auld nicknames ye hae a fouth,
O’ sharp sarcastic rhymes a routh,
And as ye’re bent to gie them scouth,
’Twere just as weel
For you to tell the honest truth,
And shame the deil.
I dinna mean to note the whole
O’ your confounded rigmarole,