Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/143

Rh "There's whusky brewed in Galashiels,

"An' L. L. L. forbye;

"But never liquor lit the low

"That keeks fra' oot your eye.

"There's a thrid o' hair on your dress-coat breast

"Aboon the heart a wee?"

"Oh! that is fra' the lang-haired Skye

"That slobbers ower me."

"Oh! lang-haired Skyes are lovin' beasts,

"An' terrier dogs are fair,

"But never yet was terrier born,

"Wi' ell-lang gowden hair!

"There's a smirch o' pouther on your breast

"Below the left lappel?"

"Oh! that is fra' my auld cigar,

"Whenas the stump-end fell."

"Mon Jock, ye smoke the Trichi coarse,

"For ye are short o' cash.

"An' best Havannahs couldna leave,

"Sae white an' pure an ash.