Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet To think how monie counsels sweet, How monie lengthened sage advices, The husband frae the wife despises.
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!
Suspense is worse than disappointment.
Here's to us, who's like us Damn few, and they're all dead.
An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!
O, wad some Power the giftie gie us To see oursels as others see us! It wad frae monie a blunder free us, An' foolish notion.