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MY CONSCIENCE!

a' the ills that flesh can fear,

The loss o' frien's, the lack o' gear,

A yowlin' tyke, a glandered mear,

A lassie's nonsense—

There's just ae thing I cannae bear,

An' that's my conscience.

Whan day (an' a' excüse) has gane,

An' wark is düne, and duty's plain,

An' to my chalmer a' my lane

I creep apairt,

My conscience! hoo the yammerin' pain

Stends to my heart!