XII
The prentit stanes that mark the deid,
Wi’ lengthened lip, the sarious read;
Syne way a moraleesin’ heid,
An then an’ there
Their hirplin’ practice an’ their creed
Try hard to square.
The prentit stanes that mark the deid,
Wi’ lengthened lip, the sarious read;
Syne way a moraleesin’ heid,
An then an’ there
Their hirplin’ practice an’ their creed
Try hard to square.