Classic Poem

Ye maunna be proud, although ye be great,
The puirest bodie is still your brither;
The king may come in the cadger's gate;
Ae gude turn deserves anither.

The hale o' us rise frae the same cauld clay,
Ae hour we bloom, ae hour we wither;
Let ilk help ither to climb the brae;
Ae gude turn deserves anither.

The highest amang us are unco wee,
Frae Heaven we get a' our gifts thegither;
Hoard na, man, what ye get sae free;
Ae gude turn deserves anither.

Life is a weary journey alane,
Blythe's the road when we wend wi' ither;
Mutual gi'ing is mutual gain;
Ae gude turn deserves anither.