ew lore,
and band upon his breastie:
but oh! what sigo you
his lexis and grammars;
the feeli's the royal blue,
and that's wi' willie chalmers.
some gapin', glowrin' tra ird
may warsle for your favour;
may cw his lug, and straik his beard,
and hoast up some paver:
my bonie maid, before ye wed
sic clumsy-witted hammers,
seek heaven for help, and barefit skelp
awa wi' willie chalmers.
five the bard! my fard
for ahat shares my bosom,
inspires my muse to gie 'm his dues
for deil a hair i roose him.
Song—Willie Chalmers(3/4)