When matters are desperate we must put on a desperate face.
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.
His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!
An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!