Classic Poem

Although my back be at the wa',
And though he be the fautor,
Although my back be at the wa',
Yet here 's his health in water. —

O wae gae by his wanton sides,
Sae brawly 's he could flatter;
Till for his sake I'm slighted sair,
And dree the kintra clatter:
But though my back be at the wa',
Yet here 's his health in water. —

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583B. Here's his health in water

Tune — The job o'journey-wark

Altho' my back be at the wa',
An' tho' he be the fau'tor;
Altho' my back be at the wa',
I'll drink his health in water.
O wae gae by his wanton sides,
Sae brawly 's he cou'd flatter.
I for his sake am slighted sair,
An' dree the kintra clatter;
But let them say whate'er they like,
Yet, here 's his health in water.

He follow'd me baith out and in,
Thro' a' the nooks o' Killie;
He follow'd me baith out an' in,
Wi' a stiff stanin' p-llie.
But when he gat atween my legs,
We made an unco splatter;
An' haith, I trow, I soupled it,
Tho' bauldly he did blatter;
But now my back is at the wa',
Yet here 's his health in water.