wee sleekit cow'rin' tim'rous beastie
o what a panic's in thy breastie
thou need na start awa sae hasty
wi' bickerin' brattle
i wad be laith to rin an' chase thee
wi' murd'rin' pattle
i'm truly sorry man's dominion
has broken nature's social union
an' justifies that ill opinion
which makes thee startle