Had holed his heartie like a riddle,
And blawn't on fire. blown it
Wi' hand on hainch, and upward e'e, hip
He crooned his gamut, one, two, three,
Then, in an Ario's key,
The wee Apollo
Set aff, wi' allegretto glee,
His gig solo.
Air
Tune: Whistle Owre the Lave O't