When Jubal in his oxter squeezed
The blether o’ a sheep.
The praw bagpipes is gran’, my friens,
The praw bagpipes is fine;
We’ll teukta nother pibroch yet,
For the days o’ auld langsyne!
——:o:——
Additional Verses to
“Willie Brew’d a Peck o’ Maut.”
Thus Willie, Rab and Allan sang,