To Make A Happy Fireside Clime To

I'm Truly Sorry Man's Dominion Has Broken Nature's Social Union.

If Heaven A Draught Of Heavenly Pleasure Spare, One Cordial In This Melancholy Vale, 't Is When A Youthful, Loving, Modest Pair In Other's Arms Breathe Out The Tender Tale

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

Flow Gently, Sweet Afton, Among Thy Green Braes, Flow Gently, I'll Sing Thee A Song In Thy Praise.

Such Is The Fate Of Simple Bard, On Life's Rough Ocean Luckless Starr'd