My Heart Is Sair-i Dare Na Tell,

The Best Laid Plans Take 40 Years To Complete.

The Fear O' Hell's A Hangman's Whip To Haud The Wretch In Order; But Where Ye Feel Your Honour Grip, Let That Aye Be Your Border.

But Deep This Truth Impressed My Mind — Thro' All His Works Abroad, The Heart Benevolent And Kind The Most Resembles God.

But Little Mouse, You Are Not Alone, In Proving Foresight May Be Vain: The Best Laid Schemes Of Mice And Men Go Often Askew, And Leave Us Nothing But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy! Still You Are Blest, Compared With Me!

Flow Gently, Sweet Afton, Among Thy Green Braes, Flow Gently, I'll Sing Thee A Song In Thy Praise.