t joy our hearts will bound,
to see the g year:
on braes when we please, then,
we&039;ll sit an&039; wth a tune;
syne rhy till&039;t we&039;ll ti till&039;t,
an&039; sg&039;t when we hae done
it&039;s no titles nor rank;
it&039;s no wealth like lon&039;on bank,
to purchase peace and rest:
it&039;s no ak&039; uckle, air;
it&039;s no books, it&039;s no lear,
to ake truly blest:
if happess hae not her seat
an&039; centre the breast,
we ay be wise, or rich, or great,
but never can be blest;
nae treasures, nor pleasures
uld ake happy ng;
the heart aye&039;s the part aye
that akes right or wrang
thk ye, that sic as you and i,
wha drud an&039; drive thro&039; wet and dry,
wi&039; never-ceasg toil;
thk ye, are we less blest than they,
wha scarcely tent their way,
as hardly worth their while?
as! how aft haughty ood,
god&039;s creatures they oppress!
or else, neglectg a&039; that&039;s guid,
they riot excess!
baith careless and fearless
of either heaven or hell;
esteeg and deeg
it&039;s a&039; an idle tale!
then let cheerfu&039; aciesce,
nor ake our scanty pleasures less,
by pg at our state:
and, even should isfortunes e,
i, here wha sit, hae t wi&039; —
an&039;s thankfu&039; for the yet
they gie the wit of a to youth;
they let ken oursel&039;;
they ake see the naked truth,
the real guid and ill:
tho&039; losses an&039; crosses
be lesns right severe,
there&039;s wit there, ye&039;ll t there,
ye&039;ll fd nae other where
but tent , davie, ace o&039; hearts!
(to say aught less wad wrang the cartes,
and ftt&039;ry i detest)
this life has joys for you and i;
an&039; joys that riches ne&039;er uld buy,
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