An' owre the sea.
He ne'er was gi'en to great misguidin',
Yet coin his pouches wad na bide in; pockets would
Wi' him it ne'er was under hidin',
He dealt it free:
The Muse was a' that he took pride in,
That's owre the sea.
Jamaica bodies, use him weel,
An' hap him in a cozie biel; cover, shelter
Ye'll find him aye a dainty chiel, fellow