Whaur your name isna’ ta’en in vain—as Christ
Gied a’ Jerusalem’s Pharisees the slip,
—Christ wha’d ha’e been Chief Rabbi gin he’d lik’t!—
Wi’ publicans and sinners to forgether,
But, losh! the publicans noo are Pharisees,
And I’m no’ shair o’ maist the sinners either.
But that’s aside the point! I’ve got fair waun’ert.
It’s no’ that I’m sae fou’ as juist deid dune,
And dinna ken as muckle’s whaur I am
Or hoo I’ve come to sprawl here ’neth the mune