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!