The Landlord's Laugh Was Ready

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended!

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .

A Prince Can Mak A Belted Knight, A Marquis, Duke, And A' That; But An Honest Man's Aboon His Might: Guid Faith, He Maunna Fa' That.

Now's The Day And Now's The Hour.