Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!
What dangers thou canst make us scorn?
Wi tippenny, we fear nae evil; ale
Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil! whisky
The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle, ale
Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle! farthing
But Maggie stood right sair astonish'd,
Till by the heel and hand admonish'd,
She ventur'd forward on the light;
And, vow! Tam saw an unco sight! strange