When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields

If Naebody Care For Me,i'll Care For Naebody.

Their Sighing, Canting, Grace-proud Faces, Their Three-mile Prayers, And Half-mile Graces.

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.

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Chrystal Streamlets Plays; Come Let Us Spend The Lightsome Days In The Birks Of Aberfeldy.