If Naebody Care For Me,i'll Care For

When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields And Forests Bare.

Morality, Thou Deadly Bane,thy Tens O' Thousands Thou Has Slain!

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!

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

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.