An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange

O, Wad Some Power The Giftie Gie Us To See Oursels As Others See Us! It Wad Frae Monie A Blunder Free Us, An' Foolish Notion.

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.

Farewell, My Friends! Farewell, My Foes! My Peace With These, My Love With Those. The Bursting Tears My Heart Declare; Farewell, The Bonnie Banks Of Ayr.