But Facts Are Chiels That Winna Ding,

Kings May Be Blest, But Tam Was Glorious, O'er A' The Ills O' Life Victorious.

The Poor Inhabitant Below Was Quick To Learn And Wise To Know And Keenly Felt The Friendly Glow And Softer Flame; But Thoughtless Follies Laid Him Low, And Stain'd His Name!

The Golden Hours On Angel Wings Flew O'er Me And My Dearie, For Dear To Me As Light And Life Was My Sweet Highland Mary.

Some Books Are Lies Frae End To End.

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.