After ye gaed awa last night
We found oorsel’s in sic a plight
We found ye’d payed what was oor due
I didna think ye were sae fou
Accept apol’gies frae No 10
Wha like to treat their guests like men
And trust their Brethern on the square
And gie them aye becoming fare
Oor steward maun hae be confused
But I maun tell ye he’s no used
To take from guests what we should pay
And that ye’ll find anither day
Perhaps I should hae gi’en direction
For want O’ which I need correction
However that maybe, I send
Enclosed wi’ this tae mak’ amend
A potsal order in your name
Which you can say frae Tam Smith came
Come oot again when we hae berries
And summer weather and brae cherries
And Brother Barton ye maun bring
If he’ll no dance we mak’ him sing
I ken straeberries mak’ him frisky
And we’ll gie him guid Scotch whiskey
But mind ne’ist time ye pass oor pillar
Ye leave ahint yourse’ls your sillar
But come ye soon or come ye late
We’ll gie a welcome No 8
