The real guid and ill.
Tho' losses, and crosses,
Be lessons right severe,
There's wit there, ye'll get there,
Ye'll find nae other where.
But tent me, Davie, ace o' hearts! note
(To say aught less wad wrang the cartes, cards
And flatt'ry I detest)
This life has joys for you and I;
And joys that riches ne'er could buy;