Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.

The Wide World Is All Before Us - But A World Without A Friend.

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Crystal Streamlet Plays.

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!

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!