Would Murdo make the wry mouth?
Is Ailie cross-eyed?
O mock no more the beggar man,
You'll scorn wi' pride!
The wind that will be blowing west,
Might turn and blow south—
O, Ailie, it would fix your eyes
And Murdo's wry mouth.

O mind ye o' the Leobag
And yon rock cod—
"Ho! there's the mouth," the 'cute one cried,
"For the hook and rod!"
The tide it would be turning while
The Leobag would mock—
And that is why it's gaping as
It gaped below the rock.

[Footnote 1: Leobag—The flounder.]