It never fails, on drinkin' deep,
To kittle up our notion tickle
By night or day.
The lads an' lasses, blythely bent
To mind baith saul an' body,
Sit round the table, weel content,
An' steer about the toddy. stir
On this ane's dress, an' that ane's leuk, look
They're makin observations;
While some are cosy i' the neuk, corner