Learn Taciturnity And Let That Be Your

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

Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled, Scots, Wham Bruce Has Aften Led, Welcome To Your Gory Bed, Or To Victory! Now 's The Day And Now 's The Hour; See The Front O' Battle Lour.

She Is A Winsome Wee Thing, She Is A Handsome Wee Thing, She Is A Bonny Wee Thing, This Sweet Wee Wife O' Mine.

Their Sighing, Canting, Grace-proud Faces, Their Three-mile Prayers, And Half-mile Graces.

Ambition Is A Meteor-gleam; Fame A Restless Airy Dream; Pleasures, Insects On The Wing Round Peace, Th' Tend Rest Flow'r Of Spring.