The knowledge o' the fac' was mine
Or ever I was born;
If there be ane wad daur maintain
The truth is still to settle,
I haena met the madman yet
In bonny braw Kingskettle.

Ay, yon's a truth that's kent fu' weel
In ilka but an' ben;
But I could teach the German chiel
A truth he doesna ken;
Gin ye would find the hame o' mind
An' intellectual life, man,
Ye needna look far frae the Nook,
The bonny Nook o' Fife, man.

Whaur did our good EX-PREMIER go
Whene'er he wished to swank?
To Lunnon? Edinburgh? No!
He cam' to Ladybank;
Nae doot he thocht if there was ocht
Would put him on his mettle
'Twas meetin' men o' brain, ye ken,
Like us frae auld Kingskettle.

Fleet Street is fu' o' Fifers tae;
The Cockneys want the views
O' men like JOCK MCFARLANE frae
_The Crail and Cupar News_;
For if a chiel can write sae weel