Of rhyme and lear, but then again,
Just like yersel’,
O’ drink and lasses unco fain,
The ne’er-do-weel.
He’d sing o’ lads and lasses fair,
O’ love, and hope, and mirk despair,
And wond’rous tales wad whiles prepare,
And string together,
For a’ he wanted was a hair
To mak’ a tether.