The bonnie lasses weel may wiss him, wish for
And in their dear petitions place him,
The widows, wives, an' a' may bless him
Wi' tearfu' e'e;
For weel I wat they'll sairly miss him wot, sorely
That's owre the sea!
O Fortune, they hae room to grumble!
Hadst thou taen aff some drowsy bummle, drone
Wha can do nought but fyke an' fumble, fuss
'Twad been nae plea; grievance