If There 's A Hole In A'

Now Nature Hangs Her Mantle Green On Every Blooming Tree, And Spreads Her Sheets O'daisies White Out O'er The Grassy Lea.

If Heaven A Draught Of Heavenly Pleasure Spare, One Cordial In This Melancholy Vale, 't Is When A Youthful, Loving, Modest Pair In Other's Arms Breathe Out The Tender Tale

That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The Keystane.

From Scenes Like These Old Scotia's Grandeur Springs, That Makes Her Loved At Home, Revered Abroad: Princes And Lords Are But The Breath Of Kings, "an Honest Man 's The Noblest Work Of God."

Now's The Day And Now's The Hour.