For civilly swearing and quaffing;
I ance was abused i' the kirk, [rebuked]
For touzling a lass i' my daffin. [rumpling, fun]

Poor Andrew that tumbles for sport,
Let naebody name wi' a jeer;
There's even, I'm tauld, i' the Court,
A tumbler ca'd the Premier.

Observ'd ye yon reverend lad
Maks faces to tickle the mob?
He rails at our mountebank squad--
It's rivalship just i' the job!

And now my conclusion I'll tell,
For faith! I'm confoundedly dry;
The chiel that's a fool for himsel', [fellow]
Gude Lord! he's far dafter than I.

Recitativo

Then niest outspak a raucle carlin, [next, rough beldam]
Wha kent fu' weel to cleek the sterling. [steal, cash]
For mony a pursie she had hookit,
An' had in mony a well been dookit; [ducked]
Her love had been a Highland laddie,
But weary fa' the waefu' Woodie! [woe betide, gallows]
Wi' sighs and sobs, she thus began
To wail her braw John Highlandman:--