In his embraces sunk,

Partly wi' love o'ercome sae sair, so sorely

An' partly she was drunk.

Sir Violino, with an air

That show'd a man o' spunk, spirit

Wish'd unison between the pair,

An' made the bottle clunk

To their health that night.

But hurchin Cupid shot a shaft urchin

That play'd a dame a shavie; trick