Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!

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

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.

Gie Me Ae Spark O' Nature's Fire, That's A' The Learning I Desire.