Go Fetch To Me A Pint O'

The Honest Man, Though E'er Sae Poor, Is King O' Men, For A' That!

Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist As Weel's The New.

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.

I Waive The Quantum O' The Sin, The Hazard Of Concealing; But, Och! It Hardens A' Within, And Petrifies The Feeling!

Dare To Be Honest And Fear No Labor.