“So kindly to his Neighbours neast, At Beltan and Saint Barchan’s feast He blew and then held up his Breast As he were weid But now we need not him arrest For Habbie’s dead. “At Fairs he play’d before the Spear-men All gaily graithed in their Gear Men, Steell Bonnets, Jacks, and Swords so clear then Like any Bead, Now wha shall play before such Weir-men Fen Habbie’s dead? “At Clarkplays when he wont to come; His Pipe played trimly to the Drum Like Bikes of Bees he gart it Bum And tun’d his Reed. Now all our Pipers may sing dumb Fen Habbie’s dead. “And at Horse Races many a day, Before the Black, the Brown, the Gray He gart his Pipe when he did play, Baith Skirl and Skreed, Now all such Pastimes quite away, Fen Habbie’s dead. “He counted was a weil’d Wight-man And fiercely at Foot-ball he ran; At every Game the Gree he wan For Pith and Speed The like of Habbie was na than, But now he’s dead. “And than besides his valiant Acts At Bridals he wan many Placks, He bobbed ay behind Fo’ks backs, And shook his Head; Now we want many merry Cracks, Fen Habbie’s dead. “He was Convoyer of the Bride With Kittock hinging at his side; About the Kirk he thought a Pride The Ring to lead. But now we may gae but a Guide, Fen Habbie’s dead. “So well’s he keeped his decorum And all the Stots of Whip-meg-morum, He slew a Man, and wae’s me for him, And bure the Fead! But yet the Man wan hame before him, And was not dead! “Ay whan he play’d, the Lasses Leugh, To see him Teethless Auld and teugh He wan his Pipes beside Borcheugh Withoutten dread; Which after wan him Gear enough, But now he’s dead. “Ay whan he play’d the Gaitlings gedder’d, And whan he spake the Carl bledder’d; On Sabbath days his Cap was fedder’d, A seemly Weid. In the Kirk-yeard his Mare stood tedder’d Where he lies dead.