This night shall never be forgot + 

For humble life none now despise, + 

Since Burns was born in lowly cot + 

Whose muses wing soars to the skies. + 

’Round Scotia’s brow he wove a wreath + 

And raised her name in classic story + 

A deathless fame he did bequeath, + 

His country’s pride, his country’s glory. + 

He sang her hills, he sang her dales, + 

Of Bonnie Doon and Banks of Ayr, + 

Of death and Hornbook and such tales + 

As Tam O’Shanter and his mare. + 

He bravely taught that manly worth + 

More precious is than finest gold, + 

He reckoned not on noble birth, + 

But noble deeds alone extolled. + 

Where will we find behind the plow + 

Or in the harvest field at toil + 

Another youth, sweet bard, like thou, + 

Could draw the tear or raise the smile. + 

We do not think ’twas Burns’ fault, + 

For there were no teetotalers then, + 

That Willie brewed a peck of malt + 

And Robin preed like other men. + 

’Tis true he loved the lasses dear, + 

But who for this would loudly blame, + 

For Scotia’s maids his heart did cheer + 

And love is a true heavenly flame. + 

So here we’ve met in distant land + 

Poor honest Robin to extol, + 

Though oft we differ let us stand + 

United now in Ingersoll. + 