WHEN first my brave Johnie lad came to this town,
He had a blue bonnet that wanted the crown;
But now he has gotten a hat and a feather,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!
Cock up your beaver, and cock it fu' sprush,
We'll over the border, and gie them a brush;
There's somebody there we'll teach better behaviour,
Hey, brave Johnie lad, cock up your beaver!
More verses by Robert Burns
- Epigram—the True Loyal Natives
- Poem On Sensibility
- Ballad On Mr. Heron's Election—no. 4
- Address To Wm. Tytler, Esq., Of Woodhouselee
- Verses On Captain Grose