Right on ye scud your sea-way;
But in the teeth o' baith to sail,
It makes an unco lee-way.
See social life an' glee sit down,
All joyous an' unthinking,
Till, quite transmugrified, they're grown
Debauchery an' drinking:
Oh would they stay to calculate
Th' eternal consequences;
Or your more dreaded hell to state,