God Knows, I'm No The Thing I

John Barleycorn Was A Hero Bold, Of Noble Enterprise, For If You Do But Taste His Blood, 'twill Make Your Courage Rise, Twill Make A Man Forget His Wo; 'twill Heighten All His Joy.

Suspense Is Worst Than Disappointment.

The Fear O' Hell's A Hangman's Whip To Haud The Wretch In Order; But Where Ye Feel Your Honour Grip, Let That Aye Be Your Border.

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

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .