The Rich Man Sat In His Father'S Seat-- Purple An' Linen, An' A'Thing Fine! The Puir Man Lay At His Yett I' The Street-- Sairs An' Tatters, An' Weary Pine! To The Rich Man'S Table Ilk Dainty Comes, Mony A Morsel Gaed Frae'T, Or Fell; The Puir Man Fain Wud Hae Dined On The Crumbs, But Whether He Got Them I Canna Tell. Servants Prood, Saft-Fittit, An' Stoot, Stan By The Rich Man'S Curtained Doors; Maisterless Dogs 'At Rin Aboot Cam To The Puir Man An' Lickit His Sores. The Rich Man Deeit, An' They Buried Him Gran', In Linen Fine His Body They Wrap; But The Angels Tuik Up The Beggar Man, An' Layit Him Doun In Abraham'S Lap. The Guid Upo' This Side, The Ill Upo' That-- Sic Was The Rich Man'S Waesome Fa'! But His Brithers They Eat, An' They Drink, An' They Chat, An' Carena A Strae For Their Father'S Ha'! The Trowth'S The Trowth, Think What Ye Will; An' Some They Kenna What They Wad Be At; But The Beggar Man Thoucht He Did No That Ill, Wi' The Dogs O' This Side, The Angels O' That!