I’ve heard a Frenchman wag his tongue
Wi’ unco din an’ rattle,
An’, ’faith, my vera lugs hae sung
Wi’ listenin’ tae his prattle;
But French is no the worst of a’
In point o’ noise an’ clang, man;
There’s ane that beats it far awa’,
And that’s the Lunnon twang, man.
You wadna think, within this land,
That folk could talk sae queerly,