It's a' an idle tale!
Then let us cheerfu' acquiesce;
Nor make our scanty pleasures less,
By pining at our state;
And, even should misfortunes come,
I, here wha sit, hae met wi' some,
An's thankfu' for them yet. And am
They gie the wit of age to youth;
They let us ken oursel;
They mak us see the naked truth,