Some Books Are Lies Frae End To

An Atheist's Laugh 's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended!

She Is A Winsome Wee Thing, She Is A Handsome Wee Thing, She Is A Bonny Wee Thing, This Sweet Wee Wife O' Mine.

Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A Season And Is Gone!

And O! Be Sure To Fear The Lord Alway, And Mind Your Duty, Duly, Morn And Night; Lest In Temptation's Path Ye Gang Astray, Implore His Counsel And Assisting Might: They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Aright.

At Length His Lonely Cot Appears In View, Beneath The Shelter Of An Aged Tree; Th' Expectant Wee-things, Toddling, Stacher Thro' To Meet Their Dad, Wi' Flichterin Noise An' Glee.