How Wretched Is The Person Who Hangs

Flow Gently, Sweet Afton, Among Thy Green Braes, Flow Gently, I'll Sing Thee A Song In Thy Praise.

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

Ambition Is A Meteor-gleam; Fame A Restless Airy Dream; Pleasures, Insects On The Wing Round Peace, Th' Tend Rest Flow'r Of Spring.

I'm Truly Sorry Man's Dominion Has Broken Nature's Social Union.

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!