Auld wives at sixty years wad stend;
New pith his pipes their limbs did lend,
Bewitching reed!
‘Las that his winsome sell sou’d bend
Sae soon his head.
“When bagpipes newfangled lugs had tir’d,
They’d sneer; then he, like are inspir’d,
We’s fiddle their faggin’ spirits fir’d,
Or e’er they wist;
Gi’ every taste what they desir’d,