Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn

My Son, These Maxims Make A Rule An Lump Them Ay Thegither: The Rigid Righteous Is A Fool, The Rigid Wise Anither.

It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep, At Times, Frae Being Sour.

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

His Locked, Lettered, Braw Brass Collar, Shewed Him The Gentleman And Scholar.

That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The Keystane.