O, My Luve Is Like A Red,

Suspense Is Worst Than Disappointment.

There's Some Are Fou O' Love Divine; There's Some Are Fou O' Brandy.

Ye Hypocrites, Are These Your Pranks To Murder Men And Gie God Thanks Desist For Shame, Proceed No Further God Won't Accept Your Thanks For Murder.

While Europe's Eye Is Fix'd On Mighty Things, The Fate Of Empires And The Fall Of Kings; While Quacks Of State Must Each Produce His Plan, And Even Children Lisp The Rights Of Man; Amid This Mighty Fuss Just Let Me Mention, The Rights Of Woman Merit Some Attention.

Now Simmer Blinks On Flowery Braes, And O'er The Crystal Streamlet Plays.