Like Bikes of Bees he gart it Bum
And tun’d his Reed.
Now all our Pipers may sing dumb
Fen Habbie’s dead.
“And at Horse Races many a day,
Before the Black, the Brown, the Gray
He gart his Pipe when he did play,
Baith Skirl and Skreed,
Now all such Pastimes quite away,
Fen Habbie’s dead.