Painters and poets have liberty to lie.
Oatcakes are a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale.
Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.
Great for good, or great for evil.
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play.
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.