Classic Poem

Alexander of the stoups, residing in Back Wynd,
Is a worthy man for whom I have esteem:
Alexander of the stoups, residing in Back Wynd.

You disdain the gill,
you prefer the stoup,
nor is this your first choice
but the bottle of quart size.
Alexander of the stoups, etc.

You go to the tavern
and freely you imbibe;
never was your pocket
short of ready cash.

You served in the King's army
for a part of your life;
this keeps you in funds,
it avails you more than stock.

You would win, with your kind manner,
a sweetheart in every land;
though you were empty-handed
you would not lack a wife.

At sea you are efficient,
and often you kill fish;
foot to tramp rough country,
you go to hunt the deer.

Though pocky Calum said
that you were never brave,
who would believe this
but one that had no sense?

When I go to Glasgow
'tis my delight to drink
in the house of my crony,
Alexander of the stoups.