A Sang O' Zion

Ane by ane they gang awa; The getherer gethers grit and sma': Ane by ane maks ane and a'! Aye whan ane sets doon the cup Ane ahint maun tak it up: A' thegither they will sup! Golden-heidit, ripe, and strang, Shorn will be the hairst or lang: Syne begins a better sang!