Wat o' the Cleuch! Wat o' the Cleuch!

O for a croudy to Wat o' the Cleuch!

Wat o' the Cleuch kneel'd down to pray,

He wist not what to do or to say;

But he pray'd for beef, and he pray'd for bree,

A two-hand spoon and a haggis to pree.

Wat o' the Cleuch! Wat o' the Cleuch!

That's the cheer for Wat o' the Cleuch!

But the devil is cunning as I heard say,

He knew his right, and haul'd him away;