47 John Victor Roy (Scots)
Thar wull fa oot the est o warlds, a bairn
Be sinsheen grawn, lickit tae a fizz
Lat it rise then, staun on its ain wee pegs, an hae
Fer a freen an pairtner thinkins micht
Wrocht in the bodys broch
Wrocht o the Gods
Forcefu, aleeve an gidlie in ma innersel.