But he was gleg as ony wumble, lively, auger
That's owre the sea!
Auld cantie Kyle may weepers wear, cheerful, mourning bands
An' stain them wi' the saut, saut tear: salt
'Twill mak her poor auld heart, I fear,
In flinders flee; fragments
He was her Laureat mony a year,
That's owre the sea!
He saw misfortune's cauld nor-west