Auld Nature Swears The Lovely

John Barleycorn Was A Hero Bold, Of Noble Enterprise, For If You Do But Taste His Blood, 'twill Make Your Courage Rise, Twill Make A Man Forget His Wo; 'twill Heighten All His Joy.

Ye Hypocrites, Are These Your Pranks To Murder Men And Gie God Thanks Desist For Shame, Proceed No Further God Won't Accept Your Thanks For Murder.

My Son, These Maxims Make A Rule An Lump Them Ay Thegither: The Rigid Righteous Is A Fool, The Rigid Wise Anither.

The Upright, Honest-hearted Man Who Strives To Do The Best He Can, Need Never Fear The Church's Ban Or Hell's Damnation.

For Thus The Royal Mandate Ran, When First The Human Race Began, "the Social, Friendly Honest Man, Whate'er He Be, Tis He Fulfils Great Nature's Plan, And None But He!"