O Virgin kind! we canna tell
How many many thanks we owe you,
For pointing out to us sae well,
These very rocks that did o’erthrow you;
And we your lesson sae shall mind,
That e’en tho’ a’ our kin had swore it,
E’er we shall be an hour behind,
We’ll take a year or twa before it.
We’ll catch all winds blow in our sails,
And still keep out our flag and pinnet;
If young Philander anes assails
To storm love’s fort then he shall win it:
We may indeed for modesty,
Present our forces for resistance;
But we shall quickly lay them by,
And contribute to his assistance.