Beneath the thistle's watchful eye,
We pledged in friendship, you and I.
But gold's deceit, a silent thief,
Unraveled trust, sowed seeds of grief.

Through hills and heather, we once roamed,
Our laughter echoed, hearts entwined, intoned.
Yet silver's call, a treacherous plea,
Led us astray, from loyalty.

Oh, folly of the glittering coin,
In shadows deep, where virtues join.
Friendships lost, the toll is paid,
In glistening gold, trust betrayed.