A doug aye loves ye for yoursel',
Whate'er your social scale,
And though your coat be auld an' green,
Comes up an' wags its tail.
If aince a doug becomes your pal,
He'll never let ye doon,
Although your buits be fou o' holes,
Your hat without a croon.
And noo, my friens, afore I stop,
A word into your lug:
The human race wad hae mair sense
If it was like my doug