The waefu’ clay was fire aince mair,
As Earth had been resumed
Into God’s mind, frae which sae lang
To grugous state ’twas doomed.
Syne the rose shrivelled suddenly
As a balloon is burst;
The thistle was a ghaistly stick,
As gin it had been curst.
Was it the ancient vicious sway
Imposed itsel’ again,