Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.

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

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?

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

Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe.