Oh My Luve's Like A Red, Red

But Mousie, Thou Art No Thy Lane In Proving Foresight May Be Vain The Best-laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley An' Lea'e Us Nought But Grief An' Pain For Promis'd Joy!

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

My Heart Is Sair-i Dare Na Tell, My Heart Is Sair For Somebody.

The Landlord's Laugh Was Ready Chorus.

They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Alright!