Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

By Oppression's woes and pains! By your sons in servile chains! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free! Lay the proud usurpers low! Tyrants fall in every foe! Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die!

Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.

While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention.

My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.

Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white-then melts for ever . . .