This text comes from The Poetical Works of Robert Burns, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Now Kennedy, if foot or horse
E'er bring you in by Mauchline Corss,
Lord man, there's lasses there wad force
A hermit's fancy,
And down the gate in faith they're worse
And mair unchancy.
But as I'm sayin' please step to Dow's
And taste sic gear as Johnny brews,
Till some bit callan brings me news
That you are there,
And if we dinna had a bouze
I'se ne'er drink mair.
It's no I like to sit an' swallow,
Then like a swine to puke an' wallow,
But gie me just a true good fallow
Wi' right ingine,
And spunkie ance to make us mellow,
And then we'll shine.
Now if ye're ane o' warl's folk,
Wha rate the wearer by the cloak,
An 'sklent on poverty their joke,
Wi' bitter sneer,
Wi' you no friendship I will troke
Nor cheap nor dear.
But if, as I'm informed weel,
Ye hate as ill's the vera De'il,
The flinty hearts that canna feel—
Come, Sir, here's tae you;
Hae there's my haun' I wiss you weel,
And gude be wi' you.