Robert Burns

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel read more

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip
To laud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honor grip,
Let that aye be your border.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever.

An Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange
For Deity offended!

An Atheist's laugh's a poor exchange
For Deity offended!

Hear how he clears the points o' Faith
Wi' rattling an' thumpin'!
Now meekly calm, now wild read more

Hear how he clears the points o' Faith
Wi' rattling an' thumpin'!
Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath,
He's stampin', and he's jumpin'!