“ DEAR bless me, have I waken'd
⁠out of my silent dream!
I dream'd I was low seated
⁠beneath yon purling stream,
Where the water does flow clearly,
⁠and Nature shows her gift,
Where the pretty trout and salmon
⁠skip along the rocks and clift. ”

“ Where I was astonished as much as e’er man was
To see a sea-fight on an ocean of canvas;
But some were a-weeping, and some were a-wailling
Where London stood once to see ships now a-sailling
But what in my mind made it still seem the stranger
Tho' I stood in the midst I was still out of danger
⁠With my whack, &c.
As I came back again then, quite sober and steady
I met three or four buckeens attacking a lady,
With my slip of shillelah I made them forbear,
For an Irishman always will fight for the fair ”

“ Wae betide the three-gird cog!
⁠⁠⁠“Oh, wae betide the cogie;
⁠⁠“It does mair skaith than a' the ills
⁠⁠⁠“That happen in Stra'bogie."
Yet here's to ilka honest soul,
⁠Wha'll drink wi' me a cogie;
And for ilk silly whingin fool,
⁠We'll duck him in the bogie.
⁠⁠For I maun hae my cogie, Sirs,
⁠⁠⁠I canna want my cogie;
⁠⁠I wadna gie my three-gird cog
⁠⁠⁠For a' the queens in Bogie.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”