And he took out his little knife, loot a' his duddies fa',
And he was the brawest gentleman that was amang them a'.
And we'll gang nae mair a-rovin', &c.
The beggar was a clever loon, and he lap shouther-hicht,
And aye for sicean quarters as I gat yesternight.
And we'll gang nae mair a-rovin, &c.
He took a horn frae his side and blew baith loud and shrill,
And four and twenty belted knichts came skippin' ower the hill.
And we'll gang nae mair a-rovin', &c.
SHIVER AND SHAKEY.
All you who're fond, in spite of price,
Nf pastries, ereams, and jellies nice,
Be cautious how you take an ice,
Whene'er you're over warm.
A merchant who from India came,
And shiver-and-Shakey was his name,
A pastrycook did once entice,
To take a cooling, luscious ice.
The weather hot enough to kill,
Kept tempting him to eat until
It gave his corpus such a chill,
He never again felt warm.
Shiver-and-Shakey, O, O, O,
Criminy crickey, isn't it cold?
Woo, woo, woo, woo, oo, oo, oo,
Behold the man that couldn't get warm.
Close to a blazing fire he got,
And took to drinking brandy hot,
And sent for doctors, such a lot,
The man that couldn't get warm.
We recommended chamois leather,
Flannel, shoes of India-rubber,
Mustard, chillis, and cayenne,
But nothing seem'd to warm the man;
And when the doctors took their fees,
