The larky lad

The larky lad frae the pantry

Skipp't through the muckle ha';

He had sma' fear o' the gentry,

And his respec' was sma'.

He cockit his face richt merry;

And as he jiggit on

His mou' was round as a cherry

Like he whistled a braw tune.

And monie a noble body

Glower'd doun frae his frame o' gowd

On the plisky pantry-laddie

Wha was sae merry and royd.