"So Johnny he's an heir!
An' if ye observe it,
Seldom sic gude luck
Fa's where they deserve it.'
Sic a hearty cheer
Frae his trusty cronies,
Weel might warm a heart
Caulder far than Johnny's.

When we're growin' auld,
To provide a mouthfu'
Is a weary faught,---
No to say a toothfu'.

Then when Fortune comes
Like a show'r in summer,
Scattering riches roon,
Welcome is the kimmer.

He's got bills an' bonds.
Three per cents, an' real stock,
An' as meikle gowd
As will fill a meal pock.

Will it drive him gyte---
Will he turn deleerit---
Will he aff to France---
Or to some place near it?

Puddocks eat, an' learn
Capering an' booin',
Tyne his mither-tongue,
An' tak to parley-vooin'.

Will he treat his gab
To their ham sae reekie,
Sup oysters wi' a spoon
Yet bock at cockie-leekie?

Will subscription sheets
Handsomely be arl'd,
That his name may be
Foremost in the "Herald?'

Will he buy a wig
Shinin' like a fiddle,
Specs without e'en shanks
On his nose to striddle?

Rin an' ring the bell,---
Tell each worthy cronie,
Siller mak's nae change
For the waur on Johnnie.

Aye the hearty laugh,
Aye the langsyne story,
Aye the tither tot,
An' Johnnie's in his glory!