Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A

Nature's Law, That Man Was Made To Mourn. Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn! O Death, The Poor Man's Dearest Friend, The Kindest And The Best!

They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Alright!

The Honest Man, Though E'er Sae Poor, Is King O' Men, For A' That!

Once Upon A Lammas Night When Corn Rigs Are Bonny, Beneath The Moon's Unclouded Light, I Held Awhile To Annie... The Time Went By With Careless Heed Between The Late And Early, With Small Persuasion She Agreed To See Me Through The Barley... Corn Rigs And Barley Rigs, Corn Rigs Are Bonny! I'll Not Forget That Happy Night Among The Rigs With Annie!

Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe.