It's great to be a polis.
A muckle strappin polis.
And stride upon my beat.
The Shoat cries, "The Polis"
To gamblers and to goalies
When I come up the street.
When we're the traffic polis.
Motorists hae to thole us
And draw up unco quick.
And gif the motor stole is.
We lift them holus bolus
And pit them in the nick.
