I fasht na wi’ the pair ava,
But loot them be.
I’d nae mair haun’ in that transgression,
You deem the source o’ a’ oppression,
And wae, and death, and man’s damnation,
Than you, yersel’;
I filled a decent situation
When Adam fell.
And, Rab, gin ye’ll just read your Bible,
Instead o’ blin’ Jock Milton’s fable,