It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep,

And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled In Light Away.

Life Is But A Day At Most.

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!

There Is No Such Uncertainty As A Sure Thing.

To Make A Happy Fireside Clime To Weans And Wife, That's The True Pathos And Sublime Of Human Life.