But To See Her Was To Love

If There's Another World, He Lives In Bliss; If There Is None, He Made The Best Of This.

And Let Us Mind, Faint Heart Ne'er Wan A Lady Fair. Wha Does The Utmost That He Can Will Whyles Do Mair.

Ye Hypocrites, Are These Your Pranks To Murder Men And Gie God Thanks Desist For Shame, Proceed No Further God Won't Accept Your Thanks For Murder.

There's Some Are Fou O' Love Divine; There's Some Are Fou O' Brandy.

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.