There Is No Such Uncertainty As A

Ilk Cowslip Cup Shall Kep A Tear.

Once Upon A Lammas Night When Corn Rigs Are Bonny, Beneath The Moon's Unclouded Light, I Held Awhile To Annie... The Time Went By With Careless Heed Between The Late And Early, With Small Persuasion She Agreed To See Me Through The Barley... Corn Rigs And Barley Rigs, Corn Rigs Are Bonny! I'll Not Forget That Happy Night Among The Rigs With Annie!

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot And Never Brought To Mind? Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot And Days Of Auld Lang Syne? For Auld Lang Syne, My Dear, For Auld Lang Syne, We'll Take A Cup Of Kindness Yet, For Auld Lang Syne.

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Has Slain!

But Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread, You Seize The Flower, It's Bloom Is Shed; Or, Like The Snow-fall In The River, A Moment White, Then Melts Forever.