If there's a hole in a' your coats, I rede you tent it; A chield's aman you takin' notes, And faith he'll prent it.

O whistle, and I'll come to you, my lad: Tho' father and mither and a' should gae mad.

Some hae meat and cann eat, And some wad eat that want it; But we hae meat, and we can eat, And sae the Lord be thankit.

But, oh! fell death's untimely frost, That nipt my flower sae early.

You have to be taught to leave us alone. Leave us alone.

Biography is one of the new terrors of death.

Say nothing good of yourself, you will be distrusted; say nothing bad of yourself, you will be taken at your word.