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Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, / O, what a panic's in thy breastie! / Thou need na start awa sae hasty, / Wi' bickering brattle! / I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, / Wi' murd'ring pattle!
I'm truly sorry man's dominion, / Has broken nature's social union, / An' justifies that ill opinion, / Which makes thee startle / At me, thy poor, earth-born companion, / An' fellow-mortal!