Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom's root.

The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church's ban Or hell's damnation.

And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.

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

Their sighing, canting, grace-proud faces, their three-mile prayers, and half-mile graces.

There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.

Some hae meat and canna eat, And some wad eat that want it, But we hae meat and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.