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.