A Sang O’ Zion
by
Ane by ane they gang awa;
The getherer gethers grit and sma’:
Ane by ane maks ane and a’!
Aye whan ane sets doon the cup
Ane ahint maun tak it up:
A’ thegither they will sup!
Golden-heidit, ripe, and strang,
Shorn will be the hairst or lang:
Syne begins a better sang!