And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.

Mankind Is An Unco Squad And Muckle He May Grieve Thee.

She Is A Winsome Wee Thing, She Is A Handsome Wee Thing, She Is A Bonny Wee Thing, This Sweet Wee Wife O' Mine.

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.