Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And

Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn!

Some Rhyme A Neebor's Name To Lash; Some Rhyme (vain Thought!) For Needfu' Cash; Some Rhyme To Court The Countra Clash, An' Raise A Din; For Me, An Aim I Never Fash; I Rhyme For Fun.

The Poor Inhabitant Below Was Quick To Learn And Wise To Know And Keenly Felt The Friendly Glow And Softer Flame; But Thoughtless Follies Laid Him Low, And Stain'd His Name!

Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure Amang The Leaves Sae Green!

Oatcakes Are A Delicate Relish When Eaten Warm With Ale.