At Brownhill we always get dainty good cheer,

And plenty of bacon each day in the year;

We've a' thing that's nice, and mostly in season,

But why always Bacon—come, tell me a reason?

You're Welcome, Willie Stewart

Chorus.—You're welcome, Willie Stewart,

You're welcome, Willie Stewart,

There's ne'er a flower that blooms in May,

That's half sae welcome's thou art!

Come, bumpers high, express your joy,

The bowl we maun renew it,

The tappet hen, gae bring her ben,

To welcome Willie Stewart,

You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c.

May foes be strang, and friends be slack

Ilk action, may he rue it,

May woman on him turn her back

That wrangs thee, Willie Stewart,

You're welcome, Willie Stewart, &c.

[1] Bacon was the name of a presumably intrusive host. The lines are said to have 'afforded much amusement.'—Lang