Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

The Voice Of Nature Loudly Cries,and Many A Message From The Skies,that Something In Us Never Dies.

Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's Root.

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.

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