The Landlord's Laugh Was Ready Chorus.

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?

I Want Someone To Laugh With Me, Someone To Be Grave With Me, Someone To Please Me And Help My Discrimination With His Or Her Own Remark, And At Times, No Doubt, To Admire My Acuteness And Penetration.

Ambition Is A Meteor-gleam; Fame A Restless Airy Dream; Pleasures, Insects On The Wing Round Peace, Th' Tend Rest Flow'r Of Spring.

And Wild-scatter'd Cowslips Bedeck The Green Dale.

Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled, Scots, Wham Bruce Has Aften Led, Welcome To Your Gory Bed, Or To Victory! Now 's The Day And Now 's The Hour; See The Front O' Battle Lour.