I wad they’ll get an awfu’ stun
Gin its deteckit
They’ve death tae face an’ no’ the fun
That they expeckit.
It serves them richt, the wicked crew,
De’il gin the lave were in your mou’!
For oh! they’re ill tae thole the noo
When bitin’ keen,
Dingin’ their beaks intae ane’s broo
Up tae the een!