There's Paragon and Pincher—there's Kit and Keelavine,
And my little Dandie Dinmont, that stands firm as any house,
So I'm to bag all the grouse, Willie—I'm to bag all the grouse.
III.
I sleep so soundly all the night that I shall never wake,
Unless you call me loudly when the dawn begins to break,
For I've to put on my philabeg and sporran's foxy tail,
To look like a genuine Gael, Willie, to look like a genuine Gael.
IV.
As I came up the valley, whom think you I should see?