Friday first's the day appointed By the Right Worshipful anointed, To hold our grand procession; To get a blad o' Johnie's morals, And taste a swatch o' Manson's barrels I' the way of our profession. The Master and the Brotherhood Would a' be glad to see you; For me I would be mair than proud To share the mercies wi' you. If Death, then, wi' skaith, then, Some mortal heart is hechtin, Inform him, and storm him, That Saturday you'll fetch him. |