So we stagger’d alang fra the town, mun,
Whiles gannin, whiles baith fairly down, mun:
Smash, a banksman or hewer,
No not a fine viewer,
Durst jaw to the noble Bob Cranky.
What care aw for my new suit, a’ tatters,
Twe black een—od smash a’ sic maters!
When my lord comes agyen, mun,
Aw’l strive every byen, mun,
To bang a’ wor Concern, ki’ Bob Cranky.