Auld Nature Swears The Lovely Dears Her

Love's First Snow-drop, Virgin Kiss.

The Best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley.

Some Hae Meat And Canna Eat, And Some Wad Eat That Want It, But We Hae Meat And We Can Eat, And Sae The Lord Be Thankit.

They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Alright!

Not The Bee Upon The Blossom, In The Pride O' Sunny Noon; Not The Little Sporting Fairy, All Beneath The Simmer Moon; Not The Poet, In The Moment Fancy Lightens In His E'e, Kens The Pleasure, Feels The Rapture, That Thy Presence Gi'es To Me.