The Folk o' Birse
Be strang folk o' birse, keep hert and thrive fair fa' ye a' , I wish ye nocht bet weel
Whether out owre the hillwi' dog at heel ye herd your sheep or 'tween the pleuch-stilts drive
Man or woman, sae lang's ye be alive and a' the pangs and sterts o' earth ye feel
Sae lang's your bonnie blude is nae aye cweel but kens hoo beauty lunts and sorrows rive.
A dinna wish ye siller nor fousome ease but intemperate wisdom and a heich desire
I wish ye bairns wha'll learn upon your knees Scots are nae canny but hae herts o' fire
Folk o' Birse a' countryfolk wi' ye be strang, for ye're the sap o' Scotland's tree.
Written by Robert Kemp, printed in 'A Deeside Kirk ' by Rev. A. Kemp.