But Bell survived the combat, all in the North Contree
And for his gifts and money, they made him an M.P.
Whilst Cochrane for his valour
Got glory and renown,
As much as could be measured
Ere the sun went down.
And in each drawing office, when the argand lamp is lit,
And the draughtsman cuts his pencil, and points his ready wit.
When the pupil spoils the tracing, and breaks his Archbutt scale
With laughter and with merriment then shall they tell the tale.