nd low! the bard—a great reward—
has got a double portion!
auld tie ay t the day,
as annual it returns,
the third of libra's equal sway,
that gave another burns,
with future rhymes, an' other times,
to emute his sire:
to sing auld coil in yle
with more poetic fire.
ye powers of peace, and peaceful song,
look down with gracious eyes;
and bless auld ce and long,
with multiplying joys;
ng may she stand to prop the nd,
the flow'r of a nations;
and burnses spring, her fame to sing,
to endless geions!