[208]: A man is a man for a' that.
An', Lord, if ance they pit her till't
Her tartan petticoat she'll kilt,
An' durk an' pistol at her belt,
She'll take the streets,
An' rin her whittle to the hilt
I' th' first she meets!
In politics if thou wouldst mix
And mean thy fortune be,
Bear this in mind, be deaf and blind,
Let great folks hear and see.
Upon this tree there grows sic fruit
Its virtues a' can tell, man.
It raises man above the brute,
It makes him ken himself, man.
Give once the peasant taste a bit,
He's greater than a Lord, man....
King Louis thought to cut it down,
When it was unco small, man.
For this the watchman crack'd his crown
Cut off his head and all, man.
[212]: 1780.
Should Hornie as in ancient days,
'Mang sons o' God present him,
The vera sight o' Moodie face
To's ain het hame had sent him
Wi' fright that day.