But I’m a broken man mysel’,
Wi’ her and her annuity.
Her broozled flesh and broken banes
Are weel as flesh and banes can be;
She beats the toads that live in stanes
An’ fatten in vacuity!
They die when they’re exposed to air—
They canna thole the atmosphere;
But her! expose her onywhere,
She lives for her annuity.