Your billet, Sir, I grant receipt;
Wi' you I'll canter onie gate,
Tho' 'twere a trip to yon blue warl'
Where birkies march on burning marl:
Then, Sir, God willing, I'll attend ye,
And to His goodness I commend ye.

Your billet, Sir, I grant receipt;
With you I will canter anywhere,
Though it were a trip to yon blue world
Where fellows march on burning marl:
Then, Sir, God willing, I will attend you,
And to His goodness I commend you.