The fiddler rak'd her fore and aft,
Behint the chicken cavie.hencoop
Her lord, a wight of Homer's craft,
Tho' limpin' wi' the spavie, spavin
He hirpl'd up, an' lap like daft, hobbled, leapt
And shor'd them Dainty Davie yielded them as lovers
O' boot that night. gratis
He was a care-defying blade
As ever Bacchus listed; enlisted
Tho' Fortune sair upon him laid,