My grannie she bought me a beuk, book
And I held awa to the school; went off
I fear I my talent misteuk,
But what will ye hae of a fool? have
For drink I would venture my neck;
A hizzie's the half o' my craft; wench
But what could ye other expect,
Of ane that's avowedly daft? crazy
I ance was tied up like a stirk, bullock
For civilly swearing and quaffing;