Gave me his promise true that I his guest should be;
And for Old Sir Peter Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee.
His neckcloth's like the snaw-drift; his frill like down of swan;
His watch-chain is the smartest electro e'er shone on,
Electro e'er shone on! And green is his coatee;
And for Old Sir Peter Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee.
Like lead on the pavement dropping is the fa' of his heavy feet;
And like winds in winter blowing, his voice on the judgment seat,
His voice on the judgment seat! And, though he frightens me,
For Old Sir Peter Laurie I'd lay me doun and dee.