Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
To make three guineas do the work of five.
My heart is sair-I dare na tell, My heart is sair for Somebody.
Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.
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!
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.