But dinna think owre much o’ yon,
For sure as I am born, man,
For style, it’s no a patch upon
Our floo’er show at Kinghorn, man.
An’ then sic ignorance! Losh me,
I’m feared ye’ll no can doot it,
But nane kent whaur Kinghorn micht be,
Nor onything aboot it.
Tis awfu’! Yet ’twad seem to ca’
For peety mair than scorn, man,