11.
And in spite of all that Cleghorn
And Corkindale could do,
It was plain from twenty symptoms
That death was in his view;
So the Captain made his test’ment,
And submitted to his foe,
And we layed him by the Rams-horn Kirk—
’Tis the way we all must go.
Oh! we ne’er shall see the like of Captain Paton no mo!
12.
Join all in chorus, jolly boys,
And let punch and tears be shed,
For this prince of good old fellows,
That, alack-a-day! is dead;
For this prince of worthy fellows,
And a pretty man also,
That has left the Saltmarket
In sorrow, grief, and woe!
For it ne’er shall see the like of Captain Paton no mo!