If honest worth in heaven rise,
Ye'll mend ere ye win near him.
Per Contra
Go, Fame, an' canter like a filly
Thro' a' the streets an' neuks o' Killie, nooks
Tell ev'ry social honest billie fellow
To cease his grievin',
For yet, unskaith'd by Death's gleg gullie, unharmed, nimble knife
Tam Samson's livin'!