Up the streets of Aberdeen,
By the kirk and college green,
  Rode the laird of Ury;
Close behind him, close beside,
Foul of mouth and evil-eyed,
  Pressed the mob in fury.

Flouted him the drunken churl,
Jeered at him the serving-girl,
  Prompt to please her master;
And the begging carlin, late
Fed and clothed at...