“ Confound your ill-breeding, gae out, quo’ Nanse,
Or the tangs I’ll bring owre your lang snout, quo' Nanse,
Ye’ll come here to scaul’, and to kick up a brawl,
Will ye e’er be a man like John Paul, quo’ Nanse. ”

“ Ye haveral, did ye e’er see hawky
⁠Like that, look again and ye’ll see it’s a bull.
⁠Lilt te turan an uran, &c.
But just as they darken’d the entry,
⁠Says Willie, we’re now far eneugh,
I see it’s a house for the gentry,
⁠Let’s gang to the sign o’ the Plough. ”

“ Wi’ snuffing, and laughing, and joking,
⁠They soon canter’d into the town;
'Twas there was the funning and sporting,
⁠Eh! what a swarm o’ braw folk,
Rowly powly, wild beasts, wheel o’ fortune,
⁠Sweety stan’s, Master Punch, and Black Jock.
⁠Lilt te turan an uran, &c. ”