From 'Wat o' the Cleuch.'
(SCOTT)
O heard ye never of Wat o' the Cleuch?
The lad that has worrying tikes enow,
Whose meat is the moss, and whose drink is the dew,
And that's the cheer of Wat o' the Cleuch!
Wat o' the Cleuch! Wat o' the Cleuch!
Woe's my heart for Wat o' the Cleuch!
Wat o' the Cleuch sat down to dine
With two pint stoups of good red wine;