The Sons Of Old Killie.

Tune - "Shawnboy."


I.

    Ye sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie,
        To follow the noble vocation;
    Your thrifty old mother has scarce such another
        To sit in that honoured station.
    I've little to say, but only to pray,
        As praying's the ton of your fashion;
    A prayer from the muse you well may excuse,
        'Tis seldom her favourite passion.

II.

    Ye powers who preside o'er the wind and the tide,
        Who marked each element's border;
    Who formed this frame with beneficent aim,
        Whose sovereign statute is order;
    Within this dear mansion, may wayward contention
        Or withered envy ne'er enter;
    May secrecy round be the mystical bound,
        And brotherly love be the centre.