An’ greet in sorrow dumb, man—
We canna baist the perfect taste
An’ canny tact o’ Brum, man.
An’ oh! ye ken, as beesness men,
In dealin’ wi’ an order,
We aye maun find oorsels behind
Oor brithers owre the Border.
We vie in vain wi’ English brain;
Hoo can we mak’ a haul, man,
Until we start tae lairn the art