For I was thrawn fu’ cock owre sune,
And wi’ a single jaw
I made the pub a blindin’ swelth,
And how’d the warld awa’!...
What forest worn to the back-hauf’s this,
What Eden brocht doon to a bean-swaup?
The thistle’s to earth as the man
In the mune’s to the mune, puir chap.
The haill warld’s barkin’ and fleein’,
And this is its echo and aiker,