1.
Right, sir! your text I'll prove it true,
Tho' heretics may laugh;
For instance, there's yoursel just now,
God knows, an unco calf.
2.
And should some patron be so kind
As bless you wi' a kirk,
I doubt na, sir, but then we'll find
You're still as great a stirk.
3.
But, if the lover's raptur'd hour
Shall ever be your lot,
Forbid it, every heavenly Power,
You e'er should be a stot!
4.
Tho', when some kind connubial dear
Your but-an'-ben adorns,
The like has been that you may wear
A noble head of horns.
5.
And, in your lug, most reverend James,
To hear you roar and rowte,
Few men o' sense will doubt your claims
To rank among the nowte.
6.
And when ye're number'd wi' the dead
Below a grassy hillock,
With justice they may mark your head :-
'Here lies a famous bullock !'

Right, sir! your text I'll prove it true,
Though heretics may laugh;
For instance, there is yourself just now,
God knows, an uncommon calf.

And should some patron be so kind
As bless you with a church,
I doubt not, sir, but then we will find
You're still as great a stirk (yearling).

But, if the lover's raptured hour
Shall ever be your lot,
Forbid it, every heavenly Power,
You ever should be a stot (ox)!

Though, when some kind connubial dear
Your but-an'-ben adorns,
The like has been that you may wear
A noble head of horns.

And, in your ear, most reverend James,
To hear you roar and low,
Few men of sense will doubt your claims
To rank among the nowte.

And when you are numbered with the dead
Below a grassy hillock,
With justice they may mark your head :-
'Here lies a famous bullock !'