Glen Collection of printed music > Printed text > Whistle-Binkie, or, The piper of the party

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And now the Provost walks him name to dinner wi' himsel',
And the member tak's his seat atween the leddie and Miss
Bell—
And the leddie cracks o' Dr. John, and syne o' Captain
Sandy,
Wha, by his Honour's influence, to India got so handy.
But, waes my heart ! the auncient town has now gane down
the hill,
And vested rights o' families are stolen by Russell's Bill—
And vulgar weaving touns, I trow, like Glasgow and Dundee,
Maun steal the honours frae our brughs o' high antiquity !
MISTER PETER PATERSON.
Or, a Bailie in his Cups.
Mister Peter Paterson,
Ye will find that late or soon,
If ye dinna change your tune,
Ye will most dearly rue.
Mister Peter Paterson,
Mister Peter Paterson,
Mister Peter Paterson,
I see you're gayan' fu\
You're a Bailie now, ye ken,
Then drink wi' nane but sober men,
Nor sit in ony dirty den
Wi' ony vulgar crew.
For I maun tell it to your face,
That it's a sin end a disgrace,
For you to sit in sic a place,
And drink till ye get fu'.
So, Mister Peter Paterson, &c.
Mistress Peter Paterson,
Ye aye tak' the gate ower soon „