lines written on a banknote

　　wae worth thy power, thou cursed leaf!

　　fell source o' a' my woe and grief!

　　for lack o' thee i've lost my lass!

　　for lack o' thee i scrimp my glass!

　　i see the children of affliction

　　unaided, through thy curst restriction:

　　i've seen the oppressor's cruel smile

　　amid his hapless victim's spoil;

　　and for thy potence vainly wished,

　　to crush the villain in the dust:

　　for lack o' thee, i leave this much-lov'd shore,

　　never, perhaps, to greet old scotland more.

　　r.b.