The first voice ye hear,
Act oan it, act oan it,
Let the second be mackin' the plan.
Let the first face ye think o’,
Be o’ the bairn,
Let the second face be o’ yer Mam.
The first thought ye hae,
In the moarnin’ light,
Let it be miracle world.
Combined wi’ closed ehs for less lucky souls,
Afore ye are even unfurled.
The last thought ye hae,
Dwell on it, dwell on it,
Mak share the crowd’s no a fake.
An efter a’ that,
Sleep oan it, sleep oan it,
An Eh’ll still be here when ye wake.
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