I got your clever rhyming letter
And as a thing ne’er pleased me better
For it I’ll lang remain your debtor
But as I’ve time
I’ll gie ye my views o’ the waiter
Like you in rhyme
Tae tell the truth I kent quite weel
The fault lay wi’ you Steward Chiel
And sae ye didna’ need to feel
A hair o’ shame
The fellows heids been in a creel
Sae him we’ll blame
For Worshipfuls like you and me
It’s whiles no easy just tae see
That a is done as it acht tae be
Among sae mony
E’en I mysel’ can gang aglee
As weel as ony
I got ye’r order for the chink
Tae pay for what we had to drink
But yet a wadna’ hae ye think
Ye were ma debtor
I’d ne’er again e’en by a wink
Hae waisted the waiter
But when tae Dalkeith next we’re startin’
I’ll mind tae bring Brother Barton
But you mauna oor auld friend dishearten
By ony plisky
Syne fillin’ him as fou’s a paukin’
Wi Dalkeith whiskey
And noo er’e I lay doon my pen
I’d like ye, Brother Smith tae ken
That we’ll sune hae a nicht again
Wi yin anither
And drink success tae Number ten
And you my brother
