“’Twas the twenty-third of July, in the sixteen thirty-seven,
On Sabbath morn from high St. Giles’, the solemn peal was given;
King Charles had sworn that Scottish men should pray by printed rule:
He sent a book, but never dreamt of danger from a stool.
With a row-dow—yes, I trow!—there’s danger in a stool!
“The Council and the Judges with ermined pomp elate,
The Provost and the Bailies in gold and crimson state,
Fair-silken vested ladies, grave Doctors of the school,
Were there to please the King, and learn the virtue of a stool.
With a row-dow—yes, I trow!—there’s virtue in a stool!