SEEKERS AFTER TRUTH
Buy the truth and sell it not;
Ne’er heed what sceptics say,
Buy the truth and sell it not
And provede for a rainy day.
Gin sorrow’s sting jag ye sair,
And gar ye in terror start,
Buy the truth and sell it not,
It’ll cheer your fainting heart.
Buy the truth and sell it not;
Ne’er trust an idle blether,
Seek pastures new, put in the pin,
And sell your wee bit leather.
