text: Aye an a bit o mackerel, fiddler, rack and fear
  And I rutted down by the hade and the furrow
  Well, I slipped me in a flop and hit down and I shied
  And I cried, cried, cried
  The fear of fallin down aft taken, never back to rise
  And then cried Mary! and I tucked up
  Wi a Claymore out and about
  And I run down, down the mechyn sty
  And beckoned the fiery whore
  That was fallin around the feet
  Never, I cried. Never shall ye get me alive
  Ya rotten hound of the Burnie Brae
  Well, I snapped for a blade and a Claymore cut and thrust
  And I fell down before him round his feet
  Aye, a roar he cried! Frae the bottom of his heart
  That I would nay fall but dead, dead as a can by a feat deah...
  And the wind cried Mary
  Thank you