2 Yere gear has roustit; yere cleedin is moth‐eaten;
“Sell yere plenishin, and gie awmons: mak to ye wallets that dinna wax auld; gear nevir‐failin aboon! whaur nae reiver comes nar, nor moth dis destroy!
For gin aiblins thar come intil yer kirk a man wiʼ rings oʼ gowd, and braw cleedin; and thar come in as weel, ane in poortith, wiʼ claes unclean;
To a heritage uncorrupt, and pure, and unfadin, keepit iʼ the heevens for you,