Auld Nature Swears The Lovely

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

God Help The Teacher, If A Man Of Sensibility And Genius, When A Booby Father Presents Him With His Booby Son, And Insists On Lighting Up The Rays Of Science In A Fellow's Head Whose Skull Is Impervious And Inaccessible By Any Other Way Than A Positive Fracture With A Cudgel.

Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim'rous Beastie, O, What A Panic's In Thy Breastie!

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

They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Alright!