At least fill up your programme,
And come victorious from the crush
Like Bonaparte from Wagram.
Nay, dinna off the lassie score;
Her heart sings, “Waly, waly!”
She’s talkin’ with that awfu’ bore,
The Laird o’ Lanthorn Jawley.
Quit, quit, for shame! This winna do.
Rouse up and play the man, sir!
For they should dance who have the chance,