Suspense Is Worst Than Disappointment.

As Tammie Glow'red, Amazed And Curious, The Mirth And Fun Grew Fast And Furious.

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

And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled In Light Away.

Gin A Body Meet A Body Coming Thro' The Rye, Gin A Body Kiss A Body— Need A Body Cry?

The Honest Man, Though E'er Sae Poor, Is King O' Men, For A' That!