"But the drink gangs dune afore the drooth,"
An' the herts o' the tipplers a' sadden,
An' ilka yin noo maun fin' his wey hame,
For that is the end o' the waddin'.
Noo dinna ye think that they're gien tae the drink,
An' tae honour they're no weel behaudin';
They're leal an' they're true, their marrows are few,
Tho' they tak' a wee drap at a waddin'.