Cast their heads, and screw their faces.
Caller herrin’s no got lightly;
Ye can trip the spring fu’ tightly;
Spite o’ tauntin’, flauntin’, flingin’,
Gow[3] has set you a’ a-singin’.
Neebour wives, now tent my tellin’
When the bonnie fish ye’re sellin’,
At ae word be in your dealin’,
Truth will stand when a’ thing’s failin’.