It 's Guid To Be Merry And

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

[scottish Songs] Are, I Own, Frequently Wild, & Unreduceable To The More Modern Rules; But On That Very Eccentricity, Perhaps, Depends A Great Part Of Their Effect.

Some Wee Short Hour Ayont The Twal.

Just Now I've Taen The Fit O' Rhyme / My Barmie Noddle's Working Prime.

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