O, Sherlock Holmes is deid lang syne
In some forgotten garret,
But aa o' youse hae heard the news
O' Superintendent Barratt.
He cam' up here in Janiveer,
The day it was a Monday;
He crossed the Border deep in snaw -
And wished ti Hell he hadnae!
For aa he got whin he cam' North
Wis 'Here! an' 'There' as 'Yonder!'
He fleed aboot in a high-speed caur,
But his clues wad only daunder.
"Four days o' frosts, ah want nae mair,"
He tellt the Scottish polis,
"Ye kin keep your Stane, an' the yins thit taen't!"
And aff he gaed hame, clueless.
O, Sherlock Holmes is deid lang syne
In some forgotten garret,
But that's guid luck, for Holmes wad boke
To hear the name o' Barratt.