may desotion's h'd harrow,
nine miles an hour,
rake them, like sodom and gomorrah,
in brunstaour.
but for thy friends, and they are mony,
baith ho men, and ssies bonie,
may couthie fortune, kind and ie,
in social glee,
wi' ms blythe, and e'enings funny,
bless them and thee!
fareweel, auld birkie! lord be near ye,
and then the deil, he daurna steer ye:
your friends aye love, your faes aye fear ye;
for me, shame fa' me,
if my heart i dinna wear ye,
while burns they ca' me.