Hey, Johnny Cumming! are ye waukin’ yet!
Or aboot the Millennium talkin’ yet?
Gin ye were waukin’ priests wad wait,
To shrive Johnny Cumming i’ the mornin’.
Johnnie wrote a challenge to the Pop’ o’ Rome,
Sayin’, “Sin’ till the council ye’ve bid me come,
Gin I gang, can I speak as nae doggie dumb?
I wad speer ye for light i’ the mornin’.”
When Pawpie read the letter on,
He took him pen and ink anon,