Proud Robbie Burns, upright for all who wilt
Observe his rocky sporran and the marble kilt,
Chiselled jaw and the stony noble brow,
before which many who love all Robbie's poems will stoop and bow

And yet alone, in wansome or in pensive mood
He wandered lonely through the bonnie doon
And cast his eyes so weary, fu' o' care
Across the banks and braes which bloomed so fair

Alas there may be some who to this proud monument do come to seek
Who have travelled far to come, observe and peek
Who never spy the wisdom in that statue built
Instead, who wonder what lies beneath that checquered kilt

A chequered history not many men becomes
Yet some do wear this burden wearily
Our Robbie Burns a tartan life did lead
Where many roses bloomed did our dear robbie wantonly cast his seed

This statue shows so proud for all to see
The burdened heart and lusty thighs so free
A monument to wasted flesh and stormy heart
But can a monument of stone with its secrets be so free to part?