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olks hae done their best!

would a&039; the nd do this, then i&039;ll be caition,

ye&039;ll on hae poets o&039; the sttish nation

will gar fa bw until her trupet crack,

and warsle ti, an&039; y hi on his back!

for and for our sta, should ony spier,

“whase aught thae chiels aks a&039; this btle here?”

y best leg foreost, i&039;ll set up y brow—

we have the honour to belong to you!

we&039;re your a bairns, e&039;en guide as ye like,

but like good ithers shore before ye strike;

and gratefu&039; still, i trt ye&039;ll ever fd ,

for n&039;ro patrona, and ikle kdness

we&039;ve got frae a&039; professions, sets and ranks:

god help ! we&039;re but poor—ye&039;se t but thanks