The wheel can whummle a’ but them,
—They ca’ their obstinacy ‘Hame,’
And ‘Puir Auld Scotland’ bleat wi’ pride,
And wi’ their minds made up to bide
A thorn in a’ the wide world’s side.
There ha’e been Scots wha ha’e ha’en thochts,
They’re strewn through maist o’ the various lots
—Sic traitors are nae langer Scots!”
“But in this huge ineducable
Heterogeneous hotch and rabble,