Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

From Scenes Like These Old Scotia's Grandeur Springs, That Makes Her Loved At Home, Revered Abroad: Princes And Lords Are But The Breath Of Kings, "an Honest Man 's The Noblest Work Of God."

A Prince Can Mak A Belted Knight, A Marquis, Duke, And A' That; But An Honest Man's Aboon His Might: Guid Faith, He Maunna Fa' That.

Some Rhyme A Neebor's Name To Lash; Some Rhyme (vain Thought!) For Needfu' Cash; Some Rhyme To Court The Countra Clash, An' Raise A Din; For Me, An Aim I Never Fash; I Rhyme For Fun.

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Has Slain!