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The Highlandman's Lament.

I Being once in Edinburgh,
 I ne'er was there before,
I could not make my quarters
 amongst so many doors.
I being wet and weary, and going up and down,
I met a meikle madam, with a bra gown:

 She ask'd for my quarters, where I had been
And where is your lodging-house,
I came from Aberdeen.
This being a meikle town,
I ne'er was there before,
I cou'd na find my quarter-house
Amang sae many doors.

 She bow'd and becked to me,
I made bows and scrapes,
Myself being us'd with gentle folks,
Hersel I'se no be blate.
Gin you come with me
To yon bra muckle house,
There you'll get your quarters,
Your supper bra and douse.

 I followed my madam behind and before
Until I came to yon meikle house
That had the bra door.
When I came to yon meikle house