“ THE LAIRD OF COCKPEN.
The Laird o’ Cockpen he’s proud an’ he’s great,
His mind is ta’en up wi’ the things o’ the state,
He wanted a wife his braw house to keep,
But favour wi’ wooin’ was fashions to seek.
Doun by the dyke-side a lady did dwell;
At his table-head he thocht she’d look well;
M‘Clish’s ae dochter o’ Claverseha’ Lee;
A pennyless lass wi’ a lang pedigree.
His wig was weel-powder’d, as guid as when new,
His waistcoat was white, his coat it was blue,
He put on a ring, a sword and cock’d hat,
And wha could refuse the Laird wi’ a’ that. ”

“ Longside a Mounseer, homeward hound, he’ll pay the score;
For if ever fellow took delight in
Swigging, kissing, dancing, fighting,
Dam’me! I make bold to say that Jack’s the lad.
With my tol de rol, &c.
Huzza!—a gun!—the signal’s made;
All hands on hoard—the anchor’s weigh’d;
Lord! how the girls in scores are flying
Fore and aft, all sohhing, crying;
Thoughts of parting makes them all run roaring mad ”

“ On fumes o’ barley bree, man.
For drink can heeze a man sae high,
As gar his head maist touch the sky,
But down he tumbles by and bye,
Wi’ sic a thud ’mang stanes and mud,
That aft it’s good if dirt and blood
Be a’ he has to dree, man.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”