Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And

And O! Be Sure To Fear The Lord Alway, And Mind Your Duty, Duly, Morn And Night; Lest In Temptation's Path Ye Gang Astray, Implore His Counsel And Assisting Might: They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Aright.

Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A Season And Is Gone!

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.

The Best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley.

Oh My Luve's Like A Red, Red Rose, That's Newly Sprung In June; Oh My Luve's Like The Melodie That's Sweetly Played In Tune.