Frae my ain mind I fa’ away,
That never yet was feared to say
What turned the souls o’ men to clay,
Nor cared gin truth frae me ootsprung
In ne’er a leed o’ ony tongue
That ever in a heid was hung.
I ken hoo much oor life is fated
Aince its first cell is animated,
The fount frae which the flesh is jetted.
I ken hoo lourd the body lies