When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields

To Make A Happy Fireside Clime To Weans And Wife, That's The True Pathos And Sublime Of Human Life.

Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim'rous Beastie, O, What A Panic's In Thy Breastie!

The Upright, Honest-hearted Man Who Strives To Do The Best He Can, Need Never Fear The Church's Ban Or Hell's Damnation.

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!

Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.