Here Holy Willie'S Sair Worn Clay Takes Up Its Last Abode; His Saul Has Ta'En Some Other Way, I Fear The Left-Hand Road. Stop! There He Is, As Sure'S A Gun, Poor, Silly Body, See Him; Nae Wonder He's As Black'S The Grun, Observe Wha'S Standing Wi' Him. Your Brunstane Devilship I See, Has Got Him There Before Ye; But Hand Your Nine-Tail Cat A Wee, Till Ance You've Heard My Story. Your Pity I Will Not Implore, For Pity Ye Hae Nane; Justice, Alas! Has Gi'En Him O'Er, And Mercy'S Day Is Gaen. But Hear Me, Sir, Deil As Ye Are, Look Something To Your Credit; A Coof Like Him Wad Stain Your Name, If It Were Kent Ye Did It.