Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And

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

Again Rejoicing Nature Sees Her Robe Assume Its Vernal Hues Her Leafy Locks Wave In The Breeze, All Freshly Steep'd In The Morning Dews.

The Best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley.

For Gold The Merchant Ploughs The Main, The Farmer Ploughs The Manor.

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.