Birthday Song

Health to our well-lo'ed Hielan Chief!

Health, ay sour'd by care or grief:

Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sibyl leaf,

This natal morn,

I see thy life is stuff o' prief,

Scarce quite half-worn:

All hail, all hail, auld birkie! Lord be near ye,

And then the De'il, he daurna steer ye:

Your friends ay love, your faes ay fear ye,

For me, shame fa' me,

If neist my heart I dinna wear ye,

While BURNS they ca' me.