The world's fu' o' skaith and toil—
Its gruesome face doth seldom smile;
But what care I how sad it be?
Its sadness shall never danton me!
An' men are fause an' women frail—
An' friendship aft at need doth fail;
But, though the warst o't I may see,
Their fauseness shall never danton me!
Life's dearest lights may fade awa',
An' dour misfortunes down may fa';
But I will keep a spirit hie,—
The warst o't shall never danton me!
Oh! let me ha'e a leal true heart—
Let honour never frae me part;
And though in want, sae cauld, I dee,
Even that shall never danton me!
Its gruesome face doth seldom smile;
But what care I how sad it be?
Its sadness shall never danton me!
An' men are fause an' women frail—
An' friendship aft at need doth fail;
But, though the warst o't I may see,
Their fauseness shall never danton me!
Life's dearest lights may fade awa',
An' dour misfortunes down may fa';
But I will keep a spirit hie,—
The warst o't shall never danton me!
Oh! let me ha'e a leal true heart—
Let honour never frae me part;
And though in want, sae cauld, I dee,
Even that shall never danton me!