Morality, thou deadly bane,
Thy tens o' thousands thou hast slain!
Vain is his hope, whase slay an' trust is,
In moral Mercy, Truth and Justice!
No — stretch a point to catch a plack;
Abuse a Brother to his back;
Steal thro' the winnock frae a wh-re,
But point the Rake that taks the door;
Be to the Poor like onie whunstane,
And haud their noses to the grunstane;
Ply ev'ry art o' legal thieving;
No matter — stick to sound believing.