#039; great thy fame;
far ken'd an' noted is thy name;
an' tho' yon lowin' heuch's thy hame,
thou travels far;
an' faith! thou's her g nor me,
nor bte, nor scaur.
whiles, ranging like a roarin lion,
for prey, a' holes and ers tryin;
whiles, orong-wind'd tempest flyin,
tirlin the kirks;
whiles, in the human bosom pryin,
uhou lurks.
i've heard my rev'rend graunie say,
in nely glens ye like to stray;
or where auld ruin'd castles grey
nod to the moon,
ye fright the nightly wand'
Address To The Deil(2/8)