“What needs there be sae great a fraise
Wi’ dringing, dull, Italian lays;
I wadna gie our ain strathspeys
For half a hunder score o’ them;
They’re dowf and dowie at the best,
Dowf and dowie, dowf and dowie,
Dowf and dowie at the best,
[Wi’ a’ their variorum;]
[They’re dowf and dowie at the best,]
Their allegros an’ a’ the rest.