Both Trixie and the Maiden Trace
But what remead?
For no man can supply his place
Hab Simson’s dead.
“Now who shall play, the day it daws?
Or hunt up, when the Cock he craws?
Or who can for the Kirk—town—cause,
Stand us in stead?
On Bagpipes (now) no Body blaws
Fen Habbie’s dead.