The Modest Scot.
Doon on ma knees each, morn I fa' An' bless ma happy lot, Fur leevin' on this earthly ba' An' bein' born a Scot. I thank the goodness an' the grace That on mo. birth hae smiled', An' made me o' great Scotia's race An' no' an English child. Wi' thanklu' speerit I look doon On ither sorts o' men In mercy; tho' they want the boon, Its loss they dinna ken. It gaurs me lauch taa see them strut Sac fu' of foolish, pride, Pine craters some of themi, nae doot, but The greatest gift denied. I winna' say we Soots ha© a' The talents men hae got! But will confess it does befa' We hae an unco' lot. Ours are the wisdom an' the wit, The culture o' the sphere. An' wr" these blessings, as is fit, We hae niaist a' the gear. But croonin' a' is modesty, ' For though we are so giftit An' blessed in such a high degree, We're no' the least upliftit.
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Otago Witness, Issue 2810, 22 January 1908, Page 99
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171The Modest Scot. Otago Witness, Issue 2810, 22 January 1908, Page 99
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