Kings May Be Blest, But Tam Was

Such Is The Fate Of Simple Bard, On Life's Rough Ocean Luckless Starr'd

Ye Hypocrites, Are These Your Pranks To Murder Men And Gie God Thanks Desist For Shame, Proceed No Further God Won't Accept Your Thanks For Murder.

I Want Someone To Laugh With Me, Someone To Be Grave With Me, Someone To Please Me And Help My Discrimination With His Or Her Own Remark, And At Times, No Doubt, To Admire My Acuteness And Penetration.

It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep, At Times, Frae Being Sour.

And Wild-scatter'd Cowslips Bedeck The Green Dale.