Mowser Macafferty guffs like a troot
There's a besom o fuskers aneth his snoot
He's kent as the king o the Torry rock
Far the labsters lowp an the herrin flock.
Aa day lang he waves his tail
Tae tryst a ship or a passin whale
Bit his only frien, alive or deid
Is Nigg the gull, fa sits on his heid.