An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!
But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy!
Dare to be honest and fear no labor.
In durance vile 1here must I wake and weep, And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.
Some wee short hour ayont the twal.
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.