She was cut-luggit, painch-lippit,
Steel-waimit, staincher-fittit,
Chanler-chaftit, lang-neckit,
Yet the brute did die. —

Chorus

The auld man's mare's dead,
The poor man's mare's dead,
The auld man's mare's dead
A mile aboon Dundee. —

Her lunzie-banes were knaggs and neuks,
She had the cleeks, the cauld, the crooks,
The jawpish and the wanton yeuks,
And the howks aboon her e'e. —
The auld &c.

My Master rade me to the town,
He ty'd me to a staincher round,
He took a chappin till himsel,
But fient a drap gae me.

My Master rade me to the town,
He ty'd me to a staincher round,
He took a chappin till himsel,
But fient a drap gae me.