A’ that could ever come frae Man.
And as at sicna times am I,
I wad ha’e Scotland to my eye
Until I saw a timeless flame
Tak’ Auchtermuchty for a name,
And kent that Ecclefechan stood
As pairt o’ an eternal mood.
Ahint the glory comes the nicht
As Maori to London’s ruins,
And I’m amused to see the plicht