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na bite, ye ay bark,

daddy auld! gif ye canna bite, ye ay bark

holy will! holy will, there was wit your skull,

when ye pilfer&039;d the als o&039; the poor;

the tir is scant when ye&039;re taen for a saunt,

wha should sg a rape for an hour,

holy will! ye should sg a rape for an hour

calv&039;s ns! calv&039;s ns, seize your spiritual guns,

aunition you never can need;

your hearts are the stuff will be powder enough,

and your skulls are a storehoe o&039; lead,

calv&039;s ns! your skulls are a storehoe o&039; lead

poet burns! poet burns, wi&039; your priest-skelp turns,

why desert ye your auld native shire?

your e is a gipsy, yet were she e&039;en tipsy,

she uld ca&039; nae waur than we are,

poet burns! she uld ca&039; nae waur than we are