The Cotter's Saturday Night.

He wales a portion with judicious care;

And "Let us worship God," he says with solemn air.

The Cotter's Saturday Night.

Perhaps Dundee's wild-warbling measures rise,

Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name.

The Cotter's Saturday Night.

From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs,

That makes her loved at home, revered abroad:

Princes and lords are but the breath of kings,