Robert Burns

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

Affliction's sons are brothers in distress;
A brother to relieve, how exquisite the bliss!

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,
O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.

Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.

Then horn for horn they stretch and strive;
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.

Ah, gentle dames! it gars we greet,
To think how mony consels sweet,
How mony lengthened, sage read more

Ah, gentle dames! it gars we greet,
To think how mony consels sweet,
How mony lengthened, sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises.