Ov their furrin tongues let travellers brag,
Wi’ their vifteen neames vor a puddin’ bag,
Two tongues I knows ne’er towld a lie,
And their wearers be my dog and I.
My dog has got his maaster’s nose,
To smell a knave droo silken hose;
But when good company I spy,
“Welcome,” quoth my dog and I.
When I hev dree sixpences under my thumb,
Oh then I be welcome wherever I cum;