LET other heroes boast their scars, The marks of sturt and strife: And other poets sing of wars, The plagues of human life: Shame faâ€™ the fun, wiâ€™ sword and gun To slap mankind like lumber! I sing his name, and nobler fame, Wha multiplies our number.
Great Nature spoke, with air benign, â€œGo on, ye human race; This lower world I you resign; Be fruitful and increase. The liquid fire of strong desire Iâ€™ve pourâ€™d it in each bosom; Here, on this had, does Mankind stand, And there is Beautyâ€™s blossom.â€
The Hero of these artless strains, A lowly bard was he, Who sung his rhymes in Coilaâ€™s plains, With meikle mirth anâ€™glee; Kind Natureâ€™s care had given his share Large, of the flaming current; And, all devout, he never sought To stem the sacred torrent.
He felt the powerful, high behest Thrill, vital, throâ€™ and throâ€™; And sought a correspondent breast, To give obedience due: Propitious Powers screenâ€™d the young flowâ€™rs, From mildews of abortion; And low! the bardâ€”a great rewardâ€” Has got a double portion!
Auld cantie Coil may count the day, As annual it returns, The third of Libraâ€™s equal sway, That gave another Burns, With future rhymes, anâ€™ other times, To emulate his sire: To sing auld Coil in nobler style With more poetic fire.
Ye Powers of peace, and peaceful song, Look down with gracious eyes; And bless auld Coila, large and long, With multiplying joys; Lang may she stand to prop the land, The flowâ€™r of ancient nations; And Burnses spring, her fame to sing, To endless generations!