My Heart Is Sair-i Dare Na Tell,

His Locked, Lettered, Braw Brass Collar, Shewed Him The Gentleman And Scholar.

It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep, At Times, Frae Being Sour.

Just Now I've Taen The Fit O' Rhyme / My Barmie Noddle's Working Prime.

I'm Truly Sorry Man's Dominion Has Broken Nature's Social Union.

Hope Springs Exulting On Triumphant Wing.