I SEND to you, commissioners,

A paper that may please ye, sirs

(For troth they say it might be worse

An’ I believe’t)

And on your business lay my curse

Before I leav’t.

I thocht I’d serve wi’ you, sirs, yince,

But I’ve thocht better of it since;

The maitter I will nowise mince,

But tell ye true:

I’ll service wi’ some ither prince,

An’ no wi’ you.

I’ve no been very deep, ye’ll think,

Cam’ delicately to the brink

An’ when the water ............