The Honest Man, Though E'er

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

Not The Bee Upon The Blossom, In The Pride O' Sunny Noon; Not The Little Sporting Fairy, All Beneath The Simmer Moon; Not The Poet, In The Moment Fancy Lightens In His E'e, Kens The Pleasure, Feels The Rapture, That Thy Presence Gi'es To Me.

It 's Guid To Be Merry And Wise, It 's Guid To Be Honest And True, It 's Guid To Support Caledonia's Cause, And Bide By The Buff And The Blue.

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!"

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent