No pupil apt of Gaelic school,

He is a patriotic fool,

A simple and un-Scottish clown

Who, living, forfeits fair renown,

And, doubly dying, shall go down

To the vile dust from whence he sprung,

Unsnuffed, unwhiskied, and unsung.

O Caledonia! stern and wild,

Thou did’st not suit the Scottish child!

Thy lovely scenery but tells