I pity him still when I think of his kindred,
Lord Ogelby was his near cousin of late;
And if he and somebody else had not hinder’d,
He might have been heir unto all his estate.
His stature was small, and his shape like a monkey,
His beard like a bundle of scallions or leeks;
Right bonny he was, but now he’s worn scrunty,
And fully as fit for the horns as the breeks.
It fell on a day, he may it remember,
Tho’ others rejoyced, yet so did not he,