Tune - "Shawnboy." I. Ye Sons Of Old Killie, Assembled By Willie, To Follow The Noble Vocation; Your Thrifty Old Mother Has Scarce Such Another To Sit In That Honoured Station. I've Little To Say, But Only To Pray, As Praying'S The Ton Of Your Fashion; A Prayer From The Muse You Well May Excuse, 'Tis Seldom Her Favourite Passion. Ii. Ye Powers Who Preside O'Er The Wind And The Tide, Who Marked Each Element'S Border; Who Formed This Frame With Beneficent Aim, Whose Sovereign Statute Is Order; Within This Dear Mansion, May Wayward Contention Or Withered Envy Ne'er Enter; May Secrecy Round Be The Mystical Bound, And Brotherly Love Be The Centre.