I’d tumble them a’ down the hole,
And close her in aboon, man.
Toll loll, &c.
Heads up, says one, ye silly sow,
Ye dinna mind the word, man:
Eyes right, says Tom, and wi’ a dam,
And march off at the word, man:
Did ever mortals see sic brutes,
To order me to lift my kutes?
Ad smash the fool, he stands and talks,