For it’s aud as the hills, by the leuk on’t:
Shem bin ye, says I, ye shou’d keep the king douse,
I speak it without ony malice:
Aw own that wor mayor rather wants a new house,
But then wor Infirmary’s a palace.
’Bout Lunnun, &c.
Ah hinnies! out cum the king while we were there,
His leuks seem’d to say, Bairns be happy;
So down o’ my hunkers aw set up a blare,
For God to preserve him frae Nappy;