I Waive The Quantum O' The Sin,

O, My Luve Is Like A Red, Red Rose.

Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist As Weel's The New.

Then Gently Scan Your Brother Man, Still Gentler Sister Woman; Though They May Gang A Kennin' Wrang, To Step Aside Is Human.

Gin A Body Meet A Body Coming Thro' The Rye, Gin A Body Kiss A Body— Need A Body Cry?

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