Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/What's a' the Steer?

What's a' the Steer?

What's a' the steer, kimmer?
 What's a' the steer?
Charlie he is landed,
 An', haith, he'll soon be hero.
The win' was at his back, carle,
 The win' was at his back;
I carena, sin' he's come, carle,
 We were na worth a plack.

I'm right glad to hear't, kimmer,
 I'm right glad to hear't;
I hae a gude braid claymore,
 And for his sake I'll wear't.
Sin' Charlie he is landed,
 We hae nae mair to fear;
Sin' Charlie he is come, kimmer,
 We'll hae a jubilee year.