The thistle in their een is as
A favourite lust they’re wrocht.
The orderin’ o’ the thistle means
Nae richtin’ o’t to them.
Its loss they ca’ a law, its thorns
A fule’s fit diadem.
And still the idiot nails itsel’
To its ain crucifix,
While here a rose and there a rose
Jaups oot abune the pricks.