The fun an' the daffin gang on withoot check
Till the nicht's turned intae the mornin';
They've even been kent for tae haud at the dance
Till the sun the hill-taps was adornin'.
But if dreich is the dance, the drinkin' is waur;
Never heard is the craw o' the cock;
For as lang as there's drink an' the jollity guid
It's nae easy maiter tae stop.