The truth is, Rab, that wicked men,
When caught in crimes that are their ain,
To find a help, are unco fain,
To share the shame,
And so they shout, wi’ micht and main,
The deil’s to blame.
Thus, I am blamed for Adam’s fa’.
You say that I maist ruined a’;
I’ll tell ye a’ e thing, that’s no twa,
It’s just a lee;