Me - fashed? I dinna gie a docken
ye thrawn, carnaptious,
misbegotten deevil o ill-luck.
Ye picked the wrang lass
gin ye thocht I'd show the warld
a sair begrutten hert. Forby
tulziesom tykes aye hirple hame
an fine I ken, at the hinner end,
I'll hae ye back, ye scunner!