Simmer an' winter, nicht an' day, An' a' the folk on a' the way O sir, the gods are kind indeed, An' lend - puir Rabbie bein' deid - For though, whaure'er yoursel' may be, The bogle of a bogle, he - And as the auld-farrand hero sees Pit there the lessen deid to please, Dwalls wi' the muckle gods at ease Sae the true Rabbie far has gane Wi' aulder frien's; an' his breist-bane An’stumpie tailie He birstles at a new hearth stane T'S an owercome sooth for age an' youth IT'S And it brooks wi' nae denial, That the dearest friends are the auldest friends And the young are just on trial. There's a rival bauld wi' young an' auld For the surest friends are the auldest friends There are kind hearts still, for friends to fill And fools to take and break them; But the nearest friends are the auldest friends And the grave's the place to seek them. |