Such Is The Fate Of Simple Bard,

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Crystal Streamlet Plays.

O, Wad Some Power The Giftie Gie Us To See Oursels As Others See Us! It Wad Frae Monie A Blunder Free Us, An' Foolish Notion.

O Life! Thou Art A Galling Load, Along A Rough, A Weary Road, To Wretches Such As I!

Firmness In Enduring And Exertion Is A Character I Always Wish To Possess. I Have Always Despised The Whining Yelp Of Complaint And Cowardly Resolve.