On A Scotch Bard, Gone To The West Indies

     A' ye wha live by sowps o' drink,
     A' ye wha live by crambo-clink,
     A' ye wha live and never think,
     Come, mourn wi' me!
     Our billie 's gien us a' a jink,
     An' owre the sea!

     Lament him a' ye rantin core,
     Wha dearly like a random splore;
     Nae mair he'll join the merry roar;
     In social key;
     For now he's taen anither shore.
     An' owre the sea!

     The bonie lasses weel may wiss him,
     And in their dear petitions place him:
     The widows, wives, an' a' may bless him
     Wi' tearfu' e'e;
     For weel I wat they'll sairly miss him
     That's owre the sea!

     O Fortune, they hae room to grumble!
     Hadst thou taen aff some drowsy bummle,
     Wha can do nought but fyke an' fumble,
     'Twad been nae plea;
     But he was gleg as ony wumble,
     That's owre the sea!

     Auld, cantie Kyle may weepers wear,
     An' stain them wi' the saut, saut tear;
     'Twill mak her poor auld heart, I fear,
     In flinders flee:
     He was her Laureat mony a year,
     That's owre the sea!

     He saw Misfortune's cauld nor-west
     Lang mustering up a bitter blast;
     A jillet brak his heart at last,
     Ill may she be!
     So, took a berth afore the mast,
     An' owre the sea.

     To tremble under Fortune's cummock,
     On a scarce a bellyfu' o' drummock,
     Wi' his proud, independent stomach,
     Could ill agree;
     So, row't his hurdies in a hammock,
     An' owre the sea.

     He ne'er was gien to great misguidin,
     Yet coin his pouches wad na bide in;
     Wi' him it ne'er was under hiding;
     He dealt it free:
     The Muse was a' that he took pride in,
     That's owre the sea.

     Jamaica bodies, use him weel,
     An' hap him in cozie biel:
     Ye'll find him aye a dainty chiel,
     An' fou o' glee:
     He wad na wrang'd the vera deil,
     That's owre the sea.

     Farewell, my rhyme-composing billie!
     Your native soil was right ill-willie;
     But may ye flourish like a lily,
     Now bonilie!
     I'll toast you in my hindmost gillie,
     Tho' owre the sea!