Up stairs and down stairs, and in my lady's chamber;
There I met an old man that would not say his prayers,
I took him by his hind legs and threw him down stairs.


The girl in the lane,
That couldn't speak plain,
Cried, Gobble, gobble, gobble;
The man on the hill,
That couldn't stand still,
Went, hobble, hobble, hobble.


Robert Barns, fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine,
So that I may cut a shine?
Yes, good sir, and that I can,
As well as any other man;
There a nail, and here a prod,
And now, good sir, you horse is shod.


Hey ding a ding, ding, I heard a bird sing,
The parliament soldiers are gone to the king.


Pibroch of Donnel Dhu,
Pibroch of Donnel,
Wake thy voice anew,
Summon Clan-Connel.