author:Anonymous

“ With sword by his side, like a caddie,
⁠To drive in the sheep and the nowte,
His doublet sae weel it did fit him,
⁠It scarcely came down to mid-thigh,
With hair pouthered, hat, and a feather,
⁠And housing at courpon and tee. ”

“ Stood glowring at signs and glass winnocks,
⁠But deil a lad bade them come in.
Gude guide's! saw ye ever the like o't?
⁠See yonder's a bonny black swan;
It glowrs as it fain wad be at us,
⁠What's yon that it hauds in its han'! ”

“ When chilly breezes sweep the tide,
I'll hap thee wi' my Highland plaid.
Lowland lads may dress mair fine,
Woo in words mair saft then mine,
Lowland lads hae mair of art,
A’ my boast’s an honest heart ”