't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than

To Step Aside Is Human.

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane, Thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Hast Slain! Vain Is His Hope, Whose Stay An' Trust Is In Moral Mercy, Truth, And Justice!

Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe.

The Fear O' Hell's A Hangman's Whip To Haud The Wretch In Order; But Where Ye Feel Your Honour Grip, Let That Aye Be Your Border.

But Facts Are Chiels That Winna Ding, An' Downa Be Disputed.