The Honest Man, Though E'er Sae Poor,

By Oppression's Woes And Pains! By Your Sons In Servile Chains! We Will Drain Our Dearest Veins, But They Shall Be Free! Lay The Proud Usurpers Low! Tyrants Fall In Every Foe! Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do Or Die!

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

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

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Has Slain!