Lord, mind Gau'n Hamilton's deserts,

He drinks, an' swears, an' plays at cartes, cards

Yet has sae mony takin' arts

Wi' great an' sma',

Frae God's ain priest the people's hearts

He steals awa'.

An' when we chasten'd him therefor,

Thou kens how he bred sic a splore raised such a row

As set the warld in a roar

O' laughin' at us;