Or Like The Snow Falls In The

For Thus The Royal Mandate Ran, When First The Human Race Began, "the Social, Friendly Honest Man, Whate'er He Be, Tis He Fulfils Great Nature's Plan, And None But He!"

But Little Mouse, You Are Not Alone, In Proving Foresight May Be Vain: The Best Laid Schemes Of Mice And Men Go Often Askew, And Leave Us Nothing But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy! Still You Are Blest, Compared With Me!

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us

Gars Auld Claes Look Amaist As Weel's The New.

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.