Wi' rattlin' an' wi' thumpin'!

Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath,

He's stampin' an' he's jumpin'!

His lengthen'd chin, his turned-up snout,

His eldritch squeal an' gestures, weird

O how they fire the heart devout,

Like cantharidian plaisters,

On sic a day! such

But, hark! the tent has chang'd its voice;

There's peace an' rest nae langer;