Wi the finest springs, spare not the strings,
Sin the Lord o Aboyne is comin.
8
‘My cooks all, be well on call,
An had your spits a runnin,
Wi the best o roast, an spare nae cost,
Sin the Lord o Aboyne is comin.
9
‘My maids all, be well on call,
An hae your flours a shinin;