If Naebody Care For Me,i'll Care For

And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled In Light Away.

When Nature Her Great Masterpiece Designed,and Framed Her Last, Best Work, The Human Mind,her Eye Intent On All The Wondrous Plan,she Formed Of Various Stuff The Various Man.

The Golden Hours On Angel Wings Flew O'er Me And My Dearie, For Dear To Me As Light And Life Was My Sweet Highland Mary.

Auld Nature Swears The Lovely Dears Her Noblest Work She Classes, O; Her 'prentice Han' She Tried On Man, And Then She Made The Lasses, O!

I Love Drinking Now And Then. It Defecates The Standing Pool Of Thought. A Man Perpetually In The Paroxysm And Fears Of Inebriety Is Like A Half-drowned Stupid Wretch Condemned To Labor Unceasingly In Water; But A Now-and-then Tribute To Bacchus Is Like The Cold Bath, Bracing And Invigorating.