39; i should beg
wi&039; lyart pow,
i&039;ll ugh an&039; sg, an&039; shake y leg,
as ng&039;s i dow!
now es the sax-an&039;-entieth sir
i&039;ve seen the bud upon the tir,
still persecuted by the lir
frae year to year;
but yet, despite the kittle kir,
i, rob, a here
do ye envy the city nt,
beht a kist to lie an&039; sklent;
or pursue-proud, big wi&039; cent per cent
an&039; uckle wa,
bit brugh to represent
a bailie&039;s na?
or is&039;t the paughty, feudal thane,
wi&039; ruffl&039;d sark an&039; gncg cane,
wha thks hisel nae sheep-shank bane,
but lordly stalks;
while caps and bons aff are taen,
as by he walks?
“o thou wha gies each guid gift!
gie o&039; wit an&039; sense a lift,
then turn , if thou please, adrift,
thro&039; stnd wide;
wi&039; cits nor irds i wadna shift,
a&039; their pride!”
were this the charter of our state,
“on pa o&039; hell be rich an&039; great,”
danation then would be our fate,
beyond read;
but, thanks to heaven, that&039;s no the gate
we learn our creed
for th the royal andate ran,
when first the huan race began;
“the cial, friendly, honest an,
whate&039;er he be—
&039;tis he fulfils great nature&039;s pn,
and none but he”
o andate glorio and dive!
the ragd followers o&039; the ne,
poor, thoughtless devils! yet ay she
glorio light,
while rdid ns o&039; aon&039;s le
are dark as night!
tho&039; here they scrape, an&039; seeze, an&039; growl,
their worthless nievefu&039; of a ul
ay future carcase howl,
the forest&039;s fright;
or day-detestg owl
ay shun the light
then ay praik and burns arise,
to reach their native, kdred skies,
and sg their pleasures, hopes an&039; j
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