Wat o’ the Cleuch sat down to dine With two pint stoups of good red wine; But when he looked they both were dry; O poverty parts good company! Wat o’ the Cleuch! Wat o’ the Cleuch! O for a drink to Wat o’ the Cleuch! Wat o’ the Cleuch came down the Tine To woo a maid both gallant and fine; But as he came o’er by Dick o’ the side He smell’d the mutton and left the bride. Wat o’ the Cleuch! Wat o’ the Cleuch! What think ye now of Wat o’ the Cleuch? Wat o’ the Cleuch came here to steal, He wanted milk, and he wanted veal; But ere he wan o’er the Beetleston brow He hough’d the calf, and eated the cow! Wat o’ the Cleuch! Wat o’ the Cleuch! Well done, doughty Wat o’ the Cleuch! Wat o’ the Cleuch came here to fight, But his whittle was blunt, and his nag took fright, And the braggart he did what I dare not tell, But changed his cheer at the back of the fell. Wat o’ the Cleuch! Wat o’ the Cleuch! O for a croudy to Wat o’ the Cleuch! Wat o’ the Cleuch kneel’d down to pray, He wist not what to do or to say; But he pray’d for beef, and he pray’d for bree, A two-hand spoon and a haggies to pree. Wat o’ the Cleuch! Wat o’ the Cleuch! That’s the cheer for Wat o’ the Cleuch! But the devil is cunning as I heard say, He knew his right, and haul’d him away; And he’s over the border and over the heuch, And off to hell with Wat o’ the Cleuch. Wat o’ the Cleuch! Wat o’ the Cleuch! Lack-a-day for Wat o’ the Cleuch! But of all the wights in poor Scotland, That ever drew bow or Border brand, That ever drove English bullock or ewe, There never was thief like Wat o’ the Cleuch. Wat o’ the Cleuch! Wat o’ the Cleuch! Down for ever with Wat o’ the Cleuch! ――――:o:――――