The hat was won

By carrot-pow’d Jenny’s Jacky-o:

What a fyess, begok!

Had buckle-mouth’d Jock,

When he twin’d his jaws for the backy-o!

The kilted lasses fell tid pell mell,

Wi’—Tally-i-o the grinder-o—

The smock was gi’en to slavering Nell;

Ye’d dropp’d had ye been behind her-o.

Wour dance began,