There was three Kings into the east, / Three kings both great and high, / And they hae sworn a solemn oath / John Barleycorn should die.
The honest man, though e'er sae poor, Is king o' men, for a' that!
While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention.
From scenes like these old Scotia's grandeur springs, That makes her loved at home, revered abroad: Princes and lords are but the breath of kings, "An honest man 's the noblest work of God."
Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious, O'er a' the ills o' life victorious.