the laddie's dear sel'
there's a youth in this city, it were a great pity
that he from our lassies should wander awa';
for he's bonie and braw, weel-favor'd witha',
an' his hair has a natural buckle an' a'.
his coat is the hue o' his bonnet sae blue,
his fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;
his hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,
and his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a'.