An’ sair the drums they’re skelpin.
Fareweel, ma comely! aw mun gang,
The Gen’ral’s een to dazzle;
But, hinny! if the time seems lang,
And thou freets about me neet an’ day;
Then come away,
Seek out the yell-house where aw stay,
An’ we’ll kiss and cuddle;
An’ mony a fuddle
Sall drive the langsome hours away,