˚                  It's

  The wee mice at Mosgiel
   that ate me out of house
  and home, were it not for
  them, I’d be farming still.

                  Ah,

   Dumfries, with the Jolly
       Beggars, and me the
              excise man.

                    A

Taxing job to say the least,
    chasing Tam O'Shanter
      in the hills and down
       Sweet Afton’s way.

                 Holy

Willie's prayer gave no
forgiveness, but a dram
     would set him free !