7 Oor fauts afore Thee Thou has set Whaur Thou can plainly see; And a’ oor sae weel‐happit sins Afore Thy glintin’ e’e.
Thine angir’s poo’er, O, wha can tell? ’Tis marrow to Thy fear.
The days and years that mak’ oor life Are three‐score years and ten, Or fourscore, gin oor strength be mair Than fa’s the feck o’ men.