ye'll catechise him, every quirk,

an' shore him weel wi' hell;

an' gar him follow to the kirk—

aye when ye gang yoursel.

if ye then maun be then

frae hame this in' friday,

then please, sir, to lea'e, sir,

the orders wi' yourdy.

my word of honour i hae gi'en,

in paisley john's, that night at e'en,

to meet the warld's worm;

to try to get the twa to gree,

an' name the airles an' the fee,

in legal mode an' form:

i ken he weel a snick can draw,

when simple bodies let him:

an' if a devil be at a',

in faith he's sure to get him.

to phrase you and praise you,

ye ken yourureat scorns:

the pray'r still you share still

of grateful minstrel burns.