Oor Tam has joined the Templars noo,—
Ha, ha, the doing o’t!
Ne’er again ye’ll see him fou,—
Ha, ha, the doing o’t!
When a’ the lave tak’ to the drink,
An’ gar the change-house glasses clink,
While they themselves like howlets wink,
He ne’er thinks o’ preein’ o’t.
Takin’ drink baith late an’ ear’,—
Weary fa’ the brewing o’t!