That sense and worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, and a' that:
For a' that, and a' that;
'Tis coming yet for a' that,
When man and man, the world o'er,
Shall brithers be and a' that.
Again rejoicing Nature sees.
Again rejoicing nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring;
In vain to me, in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
the merry ploughboy cheers his team,
Wi' joy the tentie seedman stalks,
But life to me's a weary dream,
A dream of ane that never wauks.
The wanton coot the water skims,
Amang the reeds the ducklings cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
And every thing is blest but I.