Let time and chance determine;
Perhaps it may turn out a sang,
Perhaps turn out a sermon.
Ye'll try the world soon, my lad,
And, Andrew dear, believe me,
Ye'll find mankind an unco squad, queer
And muckle they may grieve ye: much
For care and trouble set your thought,
Ev'n when your end's attainéd:
And a' your views may come to nought,