Now Clinkumbell, w' rattlin tow, Begins to jow an' croon; Some swagger hame the best they dow, Some wait the afternoon, At slaps the billies halt a blink, Till lasses strip their shoon; Wi' faith an' hope, an' love an' drink, They're a' in famous tune For crack that day.

Jow, swing.

Jow went the town bell, and row-de-dow gaed the drums, and all in a minute was confusion and uproar in ilka street.