Now A' Is Done That Men Can

Gin A Body Meet A Body Coming Thro' The Rye, Gin A Body Kiss A Body— Need A Body Cry?

't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than Aught In The World Beside,-jessy!

The Fear O' Hell's A Hangman's Whip To Haud The Wretch In Order; But Where Ye Feel Your Honour Grip, Let That Aye Be Your Border.

A Prince Can Mak A Belted Knight, A Marquis, Duke, And A' That; But An Honest Man's Aboon His Might: Guid Faith, He Maunna Fa' That.

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Has Slain!