To Make Three Guineas Do The Work

The Poor Inhabitant Below Was Quick To Learn And Wise To Know And Keenly Felt The Friendly Glow And Softer Flame; But Thoughtless Follies Laid Him Low, And Stain'd His Name!

Now's The Day And Now's The Hour.

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever. Had We Never Lou'd Sae Kindly, Had We Never Lou'd Sae Blindly, Never Met - Or Never Parted - We Had Ne'er Been Broken Hearted

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .

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