“But downa despair, ’tis a kittle carle!”

Said Cochrane’s Bonny daughter!

The larch and the tall fir shrieked with pain,

As they bent before the wind,

And down there fell the heavy rain,

Till sense and eyes were blind;

“A lang night ’tis ne’er sees a day,”

Quo’ Cochrane’s undaunted Grizzy!

The Warlocks are dancing threesome reels,