She believed him mild, kind-hearted, very true.
Can you tell the names of this young couple, can you?
Well, she was no other than Vava, the young princess,
She ought to have had more sense, you must confess.
He was Jeffrey, the youth from Glasgow town.
If they read these verses how they both would frown!
Oh, I should like to see dear Vava again!
She gave me pleasure, never a moment’s pain.
Now, my sweet girl, this poetry I must end,
Don’t, oh don’t forget your fond Scotch friend!