The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp,

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

My Son, These Maxims Make A Rule An Lump Them Ay Thegither: The Rigid Righteous Is A Fool, The Rigid Wise Anither.

Auld Nature Swears The Lovely Dears Her Noblest Work She Classes, O; Her 'prentice Han' She Tried On Man, And Then She Made The Lasses, O!

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.

But Facts Are Chiels That Winna Ding, An' Downa Be Disputed.