It winna bud
And blossom tae.
A miracle’s
Oor only chance.
Up, carles, up
And let us dance!
Puir Burns, wha’s bouquet like a shot kail blaws
—Will this rouch sicht no’ gi’e the orchids pause?
The Gairdens o’ the Muses may be braw,
But nane like oors can breenge and eat ana’!