O, My Luve Is Like A Red,

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Chrystal Streamlets Plays; Come Let Us Spend The Lightsome Days In The Birks Of Aberfeldy.

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

The Landlord's Laugh Was Ready Chorus.

The Best Plans Of Men And Mice Often Go Awry.

Some Rhyme A Neebor's Name To Lash; Some Rhyme (vain Thought!) For Needfu' Cash; Some Rhyme To Court The Countra Clash, An' Raise A Din; For Me, An Aim I Never Fash; I Rhyme For Fun.