The Voice Of Nature Loudly Cries,and Many

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.

Ambition Is A Meteor-gleam; Fame A Restless Airy Dream; Pleasures, Insects On The Wing Round Peace, Th' Tend Rest Flow'r Of Spring.

I Waive The Quantum O' The Sin, The Hazard Of Concealing; But, Och! It Hardens A' Within, And Petrifies The Feeling!

Inspiring Bold Johnbarleycorn! What Dangers Thou Canst Make Us Scorn! Wi' Usquebae, We'll Face The Devil!

Some Hae Meat And Canna Eat, And Some Wad Eat That Want It, But We Hae Meat And We Can Eat, And Sae The Lord Be Thankit.