Wee sleekit cowrin’ timorous beastie,
Oh what a panic’s in thy breastie,
Thy needna start awa’ sae hastie, wi bick’rin brattle!
I wad be laith to rin an chase thee, wi murdrin pattle!
I’m truly sorry man’s dominion
Has broken nature’s social union,
And justifies that ill opinion, which maks thee startle
At me, thy poor earth-born companion,
And fellow mortal!