The saucy chiels-I think they ca' them
Criticks the muckle sorrow claw them!
(For mense nor manners ne'er could awe then
Frae their presumption)

They need nae try thy jokes to fathom;
They want rumgumption.

But ilka Mearns and Angus bearn
Thy tales and sangs by heart shall learn,
And chiels shall come frae yont the Cairn
Amounth, right yousty,

If Ross will be so kind as share in

Their pint at Drousty.1

1 An alehouse in Lochlee.

THE END.