JOHN. Now kiss my Womb, Poem of thine Heart, John is a good name, You Tayside wanderer, In Arden’s Forests, Of Life, Strange Ghost that Haunts, Scott that you are, Drink your Dram, Then be gone, You Tayside wanderer, Blooded once, And Blooded now, Of Hells deep Earth, Green Man appear, You Tayside wanderer, For all of Life, And Life to see, Then be damned. You figure of Fun, With Stomach churning, Regularity.