Kinghorn is on its mettle,
The connysoor o’ ilka ee
Frae Anster tae Kingskettle.
We’ll show the warl’ a twa-three things
An’ let it ken the morn, man,
What way we coronate oor kings
In loyal auld Kinghorn, man.
There’ll be the Provost, robes an’ a’—
’Twill be as guid’s a play, sir:
I’m tell’t he’s boucht a dicky braw