Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?

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.

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.

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

Morality, thou deadly bane, Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain! Vain is his hope, whose stay an' trust is In moral mercy, truth, and justice!

Pleasures are like poppies spread: You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.