Ilk Cowslip Cup Shall Kep A Tear.

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.

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

Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot And Never Brought To Mind? Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot And Days Of Auld Lang Syne? For Auld Lang Syne, My Dear, For Auld Lang Syne, We'll Take A Cup Of Kindness Yet, For Auld Lang Syne.

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.