Nae Man Can Tether Time

John Barleycorn Was A Hero Bold, Of Noble Enterprise, For If You Do But Taste His Blood, 'twill Make Your Courage Rise, Twill Make A Man Forget His Wo; 'twill Heighten All His Joy.

An Honest Man Here Lies At Rest, The Friend Of Man The Friend Of Truth The Friend Of Age And Guide Of Youth. Few Hearts Like His With Virtue Warmed, Few Heads With Knowledge So Informed. If There's Another World, He Lives In Bliss. If There Is None, He Made The Best Of This.

Be Briton Still To Britain True, Among Oursel's United; For Never But By British Hands Maun British Wrangs Be Righted.

Such Is The Fate Of Simple Bard, On Life's Rough Ocean Luckless Starr'd

I'm Truly Sorry Man's Dominion Has Broken Nature's Social Union.