"Now up and ride, Laird Eglinton,
That was sae stout in stour,
That when it rainit cats and dogs,
Aye jousted through the shower.
"Now, horse! my provosts and baillies,
And convener of the Trades,
Dean o' Guild, and maister o' Merchants,
The auld Lion craves your aids.
"It's up on your ain middens,
My cocks, sae croose to craw,