Gie Me Ae Spark O'

Prudent, Cautious Self-control Is Wisdom's Root.

The Voice Of Nature Loudly Cries,and Many A Message From The Skies,that Something In Us Never Dies.

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.

All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led Yellow Autumn, Wreath'd With Nodding Corn.

Humid Seal Of Soft Affections, Tend'rest Pledge Of Future Bliss, Dearest Tie Of Young Connections, Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.