Blaws your genteel cigar oot;
My cutty’s fire, with tap o’ wire,
Burns no a grain the waur o’t.
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So now I’ll ripe my cutty pipe,
And bauldly face rude Boreas;
And, as I fill, ower ilka ill,
I’ll still haud on victorious.
These extracts are taken from A Pedlar’s Pack of Ballads and Songs. Edinburgh, W. Paterson. 1869.