The Honest Man, Though E'er Sae Poor,

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

The Golden Hours On Angel Wings Flew O'er Me And My Dearie, For Dear To Me As Light And Life Was My Sweet Highland Mary.

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Crystal Streamlet Plays.

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.

If There's Another World, He Lives In Bliss; If There Is None, He Made The Best Of This.