wi' hideous din,

and if he offers to rebel,

then heave him in.

when deathes in wi' glimmerin blink,

an' tips auld drucken nanse the wink,

may sautan gie her doup a clink

within his yett,

an' fill her up wi' brimstone drink,

red-reekin het.

though jock an' hav'rel jean are merry—

some devil seize them in a hurry,

an' waft them in th' infernal wherry

straught through the lake,

an' gie their hides a noble curry

wi' oil of aik!

as for the jurr-puir worthless body!

she's got mischief enough already;

wi' stanged hips, and buttocks bluidy

she's suffer'd sair;

but, may she wintle in a woody,

if she wh-e mair!