Wha in yon cavern grim an' sootie,
Clos'd under hatches,
Spairges about the brunstane cootie, Splashes, dish
To scaud poor wretches! scald
Hear me, auld Hangie, for a wee, Hangman
An' let poor damnèd bodies be;
I'm sure sma' pleasure it can gie,
Ev'n to a deil,
To skelp an' scaud poor dogs like me, spank, scald