Kilmarnock lang may grunt an' grane, groan

An' sigh, an' sab, an' greet her lane, weep alone

An' cleed her bairns, man, wife, an' wean, clothe, child

In mourning weed;

To death, she's dearly paid the kane,—rent in kind

Tam Samson's dead!

The Brethren o' the mystic level

May hing their head in woefu' bevel, slope

While by their nose the tears will revel,