Nicol, and Alick, and a’.
Some gat a hurt, and some gat nane;
Some had harness, and some gat sta’en.
Ane gat a twist o’ the craig;
Ane gat a bunch o’ the wame;
Symy Haw gat lam’d of a leg,
And syne ran wallowing hame.
Hoot, hoot, the auld man’s slain outright!
Lay him now wi’ his face down:—he’s a sorrowful sight.
Janet, thou donot,