Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

The Wisest Man The Warl' E'er Saw, He Dearly Loved The Lasses, O.

Now's The Day And Now's The Hour.

The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp, The Man's The Gowd For A' That.

See Social-life And Glee Sit Down, All Joyous And Unthinking, Till, Quite Transmugrified, They're Grown Debauchery And Drinking

To Step Aside Is Human.