The other neet aw went t' bed, Bein' weary wi maw wark, man, Aw dreamt that Billy Scott was deed, It's curious t'remark, man. Aw thowt aw saw his burin' fair, An' knew the comp'ny a', man, For a' poor Billy's frinds were there. Ti see him levelled law, man.
Blind Willie slawly led the band, As beagle on the way, man, A staff he carried in his hand, An' shook his heed se grey, man; At his reet hand was Buggy Jack, Wi' his hat brim se broad, man; And on his left was Bill the Black, Ti lead him on his road, man.
Big Bob, X Y, and oher two, That leeves upon the deed, man, They bore his corpse before the crew, Expectin' t' be free'd, man. His nyemsek, Euphy Scott, was there, Her bonny Geordy, tee, man; Distress'd they cried, this happy pair, Ne mair we will him see, man.
Bold Jocker was amang them, tee, Brave Cuckoo Jack an' a', man; And Hairy Tom, the keelman's son, And Bonny Dolly Raw, man; And Bella Roy and Tatie Bet, They cried till oot o' breath, man; For sair these twosome did regret For canny Billy's death, man.
But Hangy luickt above them a', He is se sma' and lang, man; And Bobby Knox the Dogbank ox, Was sobbin' I' the thrang, man. And Coiner, wi' his swill and shull, Was squeakin' like a bairn, man; And Knack-knee'd Mack, that drucken fyul, Like a monkey he did gairn, man.
Tally-I-oo, that dirty wreetch, Was then the next aw saw, man; And Peggy Powell, Step-and-Fetch, Was haddin' up her jaw, man: And frae the Close was Bobby Hush, Wi' his greet gob se wide, man; Alang wi' him was Push-Peg-Push, Lamentin' by his side, man.
And Roguish Ralph, and Busy Bruce, That lives upon their prey , man, Did not neglect but did protect Their frinds upon th way, man. And Jimmy Liddle, drest in black, Behint them a' did droop, man; He had a coat on like the quack That feeds us a' wi' soup, man.
Now, when they got him tiv his grave, He then began to shoot, man, For Billy being but in a trance, B' this time cam' aboot, man. Then Jocker wi' a sandy styen The coffin splet wi' speed, man- They a' rejoiced to see agyen Poor Bill they thowt was deed, man.
When a' his friends that roond him stood Had getin' him put reet, man, They a' went ti the Robin Hood, To spend a jovial neet, man. Ne mair for Billy they did weep, But happy they did seem, man: Just then aw waken''d frae my sleep, And fund it was a dream, man.