Whilst Betty Watt, mut’ring (half drunk) thro’ her teeth,
Declar’d, “in her breest great consarn it inspir’d,
That my Lord should sae cullishly come by his deeth.”
Next a keelman was call’d on, Bold Archy his name,
Who the book as he kiss’d shew’d the whites of his eyes;
Then he cut an odd caper, attention to claim,
And this evidence gave them respecting Lord ’Size.
“Aw was setten the keel, wi’ Dick Stavers an’ Mat,
An’ the Mansion-hoose Stairs we were just alangside,
When we a’ three see’d sumthing, but didn’t ken what,