First whan we cam to London toon,
We dream'd o' gowd in gowpins here.
And rantin'ly ran up and doon,
In risin' stock tae buy a share.
We daftly thocht tae row in routh,
And for our daffin' paid richt dear.
The lave maun fare the waur, in truth,
For our lang biding here.
For whan we fand our purses toom,
And dainty stocks began tae fa',
We hang our lugs and wi' a gloom
Girn‘d at stock-jobbin' ane and a'.
So if ye gang near the South Sea Hoose
The whillywha's will grip yer gear.
Syne a' the lave maun fare the waur,
For our lang biding here.