He wasna bonny to see:
"The rascal skipper! he lichtlies oor grace!—
Gar hang him heigh on yon tree."
Up sprang the skipper an' aboord his ship;
Cleikit up a bytin' blade;
An' hackit at the cable that held her to the
pier,
An' thoucht it maist ower weel made.
The king he blew shill in a siller whustle;
An' tramp, tramp, doon the pier,