Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn

The Poor Inhabitant Below Was Quick To Learn And Wise To Know And Keenly Felt The Friendly Glow And Softer Flame; But Thoughtless Follies Laid Him Low, And Stain'd His Name!

Gie Me Ae Spark O' Nature's Fire, That's A' The Learning I Desire.

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Chrystal Streamlets Plays; Come Let Us Spend The Lightsome Days In The Birks Of Aberfeldy.

Ye Hypocrites, Are These Your Pranks To Murder Men And Gie God Thanks Desist For Shame, Proceed No Further God Won't Accept Your Thanks For Murder.

The Trout In Yonder Wimpling Burn - That Glides, A Silver Dart, - And, Safe Beneath The Shady Thorn, - Defies The Anglers Art.