I have seen the hearst already, I and twa three on the throne.I've heard for six or seven weeks, The hearster's gurn and groan.But a covey will he reign, A monthie and a day.Mixa the jolly hearster lads, He's singing doon the bray.A monthie and a day, my lads, The like was never seen.It beats the stacks, the face the strips, O victory's new machine.A speed will now brings up the rear, A victory clears the way.And twenty acres daily yields, Nor stands the woolly ray.He drives them roon and roon, The field at second half a rate.He steers them canny out and in, At money's the kettle gate.And wiles them safely oor the clods, To money's the hidden hole.But he comes with name a shanter, If you leave him wee the pole.He sharps their teeth to gar them bite, Then taps them on the jaws.And when he finds them dull a like, He brawl against the cause.A balty here, a penny there, A little out o' tune.He shortly stops their wild career, And brings the slouch it doon.He whittles a fit corners, And makes crooked bitties stracht.And sees that man and beast alike, Are equal in the draught.And a the shaves are lying stracht, And neena them a glide.For ill count we only domney, Fae the deverent of this pay.He's no made up home on a ward, Not kent to puff and lee.But just as keen a little chap, As ever he did see.If you be in search of hairstwork, Upon him mark a day.Take my advice, be there in time, And look for woolly ray.And we gotten in a boot, And our thingy stacked.We gather round the festive board, To spend a jolly night.We Scottish song and mutton broth, That drive all cares away.We'll drink success to ready, And a due to woolly ray.Come all ye jolly ready chaps, A ringing cheer to you.A band of bitter working chaps, A gaffer never saw.So eager I to play their pert, And ready for the bray.T'was you that made the boat air, I went to steer it with woolly ray.Thank you.