Or Like The Snow Falls In The

Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim'rous Beastie, O, What A Panic's In Thy Breastie!

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

The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp, The Man's The Gowd For A' That.

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.

All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led Yellow Autumn, Wreath'd With Nodding Corn.