Cromwell was a sodger:

Cromwell was a saint:

Cromwell cam to Scotland

To mak himsel’ acquaint.

He rumml’d up his cannon

Afore St John’s Toun:

Wowf! Roar’d the cannon

And the wa’s fell doun.

A randy frae the Speygate

Yowl’d: “Haud on, ye füle!”

“Auld wife, auld wife:” craw’d Cromwell:

“I maun dae the Lord’s will”.