His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.

I'm truly sorry man's dominion has broken Nature's social union.

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn, Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn.

Inspiring bold JohnBarleycorn! What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!

Liberty's in every blow! Let us do or die.

And O! be sure to fear the Lord alway, And mind your duty, duly, morn and night; Lest in temptation's path ye gang astray, Implore His counsel and assisting might: They never sought in vain that sought the Lord aright.