All hail, ye tender feelings dear!
The smile of love, the friendly tear,
The sympathetic glow!
Long since this world's thorny ways
Had number'd out my weary days,
Had it not been for you!
Fate still has blest me with a friend,
In every care and ill;
And oft a more endearing band,
A tie more tender still,
It lightens, it brightens
The tenebrific scene,
To meet with, and greet with
My Davie or my Jean.

O, how that name inspires my style!
The words come skelpin', rank and file, [spanking]
Amaist before I ken! [Almost]
The ready measure ring as fine
As Phoebus and the famous Nine
Were glowrin' owre my pen. [staring over]
My spavied Pegasus will limp, [spavined]
Till ance he's fairly het; [once, hot]
And then he'll hilch, and stilt, and jump, [hobble, limp, jump]
An' rin an unco fit: [surprising spurt]
But lest then the beast then
Should rue this hasty ride,
I'll light now, and dight now [wipe]
His sweaty, wizen'd hide.