Then suddenly I see as weel
As me spun roon’ within the wheel,
The helpless forms o’ God and Deil.
And on a birlin’ edge I see
Wee Scotland squattin’ like a flea,
And dizzy wi’ the speed, and me!)
I’ve often thrawn the warld frae me,
Into the Pool o’ Space, to see
The Circles o’ Infinity.
Or like a flat stane gar’d it skite,