An' large upon her quarter,
Come full that day.

Ye, lastly, bonie blossoms a',
Ye royal lasses dainty,
Heav'n mak you guid as well as braw,
An' gie you lads a-plenty!
But sneer na British boys awa!
For kings are unco scant aye,
An' German gentles are but sma',
They're better just than want aye
On ony day.

[Footnote 2: King Henry V.--R.B.]

[Footnote 3: Sir John Falstaff, vid. Shakespeare.--R. B.]

[Footnote 4: Alluding to the newspaper account of a certain
Royal sailor's amour.--R. B. This was Prince William Henry,
third son of George III, afterward King William IV.]

Gad bless you a'! consider now,
Ye're unco muckle dautit;
But ere the course o' life be through,
It may be bitter sautit:
An' I hae seen their coggie fou,
That yet hae tarrow't at it.
But or the day was done, I trow,
The laggen they hae clautit
Fu' clean that day.