There's none maun come anear him;
The biggest Duke in all Scotland,
My Harry's teeth would fear him.
But ordinar' wise like fowl or freen,
He's harmless as a kitten;
As soon he'd think o' worryin'
A hennie when she's sittin'.
But Harry, lad, ye're growin' auld;
Your days are gettin' fewer;
And maybe Heaven has made a fauld