Soldier, Rest! Thy Warfare O'er.

Jock, When Ye Hae Naething Else To Do, Ye May Be Aye Sticking In A Tree; It Will Be Growing, Jock, When Ye 're Sleeping.

When Thinking About Companions Gone, We Feel Ourselves Doubly Alone.

O, What A Tangled Web We Weave When First We Practise To Deceive!

When Israel, Of The Lord Belov'd, Out Of The Land Of Bondage Came, Her Fathers' God Before Her Mov'd, An Awful Guide In Smoke And Flame.

We Do That In Our Zeal Our Calmer Moment Would Be Afraid To Answer.