Aa the tounspeople
Gaze at the steeple.
Oh dear me
What can it be?
"What's aa the steer, mister?
What's aa the steer?
Why are aa the people
Congregatin here?"
"It taks gey little, ma'am,
To gether aa the folk
Juist a pair o steeplejakes
To sort the wather-cock.
But they can speel up lethers
And gie the folk a treat
As cantily as you or I
Wad dander doun the street."
