Some think Billy Pitt’s nobbit hummin,
When he tells about Bonnepart cummin;
But come when he may,
He’ll lang rue the day
He first meets wi’ the Bonny Geatsiders.
Like an anchor shank, smash! how they’ll clatter ’im,
And turn ’im, and skelp ’im, and batter ’im,
His banes sall by pring,
Like a fryin pan ring,
When he meets wi’ the Bonny Geatsiders.