na bite, ye ay bark,
daddy auld! gif ye canna bite, ye ay bark
holy will! holy will, there was wit your skull,
when ye pilfer&039;d the als o&039; the poor;
the tir is scant when ye&039;re taen for a saunt,
wha should sg a rape for an hour,
holy will! ye should sg a rape for an hour
calv&039;s ns! calv&039;s ns, seize your spiritual guns,
aunition you never can need;
your hearts are the stuff will be powder enough,
and your skulls are a storehoe o&039; lead,
calv&039;s ns! your skulls are a storehoe o&039; lead
poet burns! poet burns, wi&039; your priest-skelp turns,
why desert ye your auld native shire?
your e is a gipsy, yet were she e&039;en tipsy,
she uld ca&039; nae waur than we are,
poet burns! she uld ca&039; nae waur than we are
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