His marrows then I wad nae heed,
We’d pick out a’ their een, man.
Toll loll, &c.
Says Willy Dunn to loyal Tom,
Your words are all a joke, man;
For Geordy winna hae your help,
Ye’re sic kamstarie fowk, man:
Then Willy lad, we’ll rest in peace,
In hopes that a’ the wars may cease;
But I’s gie ye, Wull, to understand,