wi' hideous din,

and if he offers to rebel,

then heave him in.

when death es 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 theke,

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!