Whatever mitigates the woes
or increases the happiness of others -
this is my criterian of goodness
And whatever injures society at large,
or any individual in it -
this is my measure of iniquity
For thus the royal mandate ran,
When first the human race began;
The social, friendly, honest man,
Whate'er he be
'Tis he fulfills great Nature's plan
And none but he.

 

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There was a lad was born in Kyle,
But whatna day o'
whatna style,
I doubt it's hardly
worth the while
To be
sae nice wi' Robin.

Chor. - Robin was a rovin' boy,
Rantin', rovin', rantin', rovin',
Robin was a rovin' boy,
Rantin', rovin', Robin!

Our monarch's hindmost year but
ane
Was five-and-twenty days begun,
'Twas then a blast o' Janwar' win'
Blew
hansel in on Robin.
Robin was, &c.

The gossip keekit in his loof,

Quo' scho, "Wha lives will see the proof,
This waly boy will be
nae coof:
I think we'll
ca' him Robin."
Robin was, &c.

"He'll hae misfortunes great
an' sma',
But aye a heart
aboon them a',
He'll be a credit
till us a'-
We'll
a' be proud o' Robin."
Robin was, &c.

"But sure as three times three
mak nine,
I see by ilka score and line,
This
chap will dearly like our kin',
So
leeze me on thee! Robin."
Robin was, &c.

 

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