Donald Caird's come again

Donald Caird's come again;Donald Caird's come again;Tell the news in brugh and glen,Donald Caird's come again.

Donald Caird can lilt and sing,Blythely dance the highland fling:Drink till the gudeman be blindFleech till the gudewife be kind,Hoop a leglin, clout a pan,Crack a pow wi‘ ony man.Tell the news in burgh and glen,Donald Caird‘s come again.

Donald Caird can wire a maukin,Kens the wiles o' dun deer staukin,Leisters kipper, mak’s a shift,To shoot a moorfowl in the drift.Water-bailiffs, rangers, keepers,He can wauk when ye are sleepers;Not for bounty or reward,Dare ye mill wi‘ Donald Caird.

Donald Caird can drink a gill,Fast as hostler wife can fill;Ilka ane that sells good liquor,Kens how Donald bends a bicker:When he‘s fou he‘s proud and saucy,Keeps the cantle o‘ the causey;Highland chief and lowland laird,Maun gi‘e room to Donald Caird.

Steek the amrie, lock the kist,Else some gear may weel be mist;Donald Caird finds orra things,Whare Allan Gregor fand the tings;Daunts o' kebbucks, taits o‘ woo,Whiles a hen and whiles a sow:Webs or duds frae hedge or yard.—Ware the woody, Donald Caird.

On Donald Caird the doom was stern,Craig to tether—legs to airn:But Donald Caird wi’ muckle study,Caught the gift to cheat the woody.Sings o airn, and bolts o‘ steel,Fell like ice frae hand and heel;Watch the sheep in fauld and glen,Donald Caird's come again, &c.