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t joy our hearts will bound,

to see the g year:

on braes when we please, then,

we&039;ll sit an&039; wth a tune;

syne rhy till&039;t we&039;ll ti till&039;t,

an&039; sg&039;t when we hae done

it&039;s no titles nor rank;

it&039;s no wealth like lon&039;on bank,

to purchase peace and rest:

it&039;s no ak&039; uckle, air;

it&039;s no books, it&039;s no lear,

to ake truly blest:

if happess hae not her seat

an&039; centre the breast,

we ay be wise, or rich, or great,

but never can be blest;

nae treasures, nor pleasures

uld ake happy ng;

the heart aye&039;s the part aye

that akes right or wrang

thk ye, that sic as you and i,

wha drud an&039; drive thro&039; wet and dry,

wi&039; never-ceasg toil;

thk ye, are we less blest than they,

wha scarcely tent their way,

as hardly worth their while?

as! how aft haughty ood,

god&039;s creatures they oppress!

or else, neglectg a&039; that&039;s guid,

they riot excess!

baith careless and fearless

of either heaven or hell;

esteeg and deeg

it&039;s a&039; an idle tale!

then let cheerfu&039; aciesce,

nor ake our scanty pleasures less,

by pg at our state:

and, even should isfortunes e,

i, here wha sit, hae t wi&039; —

an&039;s thankfu&039; for the yet

they gie the wit of a to youth;

they let ken oursel&039;;

they ake see the naked truth,

the real guid and ill:

tho&039; losses an&039; crosses

be lesns right severe,

there&039;s wit there, ye&039;ll t there,

ye&039;ll fd nae other where

but tent , davie, ace o&039; hearts!

(to say aught less wad wrang the cartes,

and ftt&039;ry i detest)

this life has joys for you and i;

an&039; joys that riches ne&039;er uld buy,