I hae guid mem'ries of him an' me
Ganna back yeirs hundred thrie
So heid all rownd tae hee
Tale of me mate Rabbie
Since he came furth in Alloway
He waes a gallus wee smirt bairn
His kinny alwayis rynn away
Frae hall-housie tae farm
But nae Scot'd cair ane scrap o' that
Bauldly stout tae any chalange fyrm
Though ne'er frie, the shoogly wee brat
O' e'er-present Scotch germ
Quill-pen was his freind frae start
Fer his fathir swot 'im fast
An' skyll of he spaun frae yoong hart
At fyfteen he loved a bonnie lass.
Aye, he couldn' stay frae paper
An' we joked abute his posin'
He was 'ritin' awl the time
That 's, when he winnae dosin'
Mayny times I tauld him too
"Putt doon that pen an' grab a keg!"
Nawt impartial was Rabbie, t's trew
Tae ane beer ou lassie's leg
T's an understatement, aye. Oh Rob
Howe many sheilas home di' ye bring?
On tap o' mustresses heir in Scot
What else di' ye hae in Land of Spryng?
Yer lukkie thy wyf ne'er rummied ye in
An' ye freinds dinnae boot up thy hind
But I ne'er p