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!