The Landlord's Laugh Was Ready Chorus.

Auld Nature Swears The Lovely Dears Her Noblest Work She Classes, O; Her 'prentice Han' She Tried On Man, And Then She Made The Lasses, O!

On Earth, Discord! A Gloomy Heaven Above, Opening Her Jealous Gates To The Nineteen Thousandth Part Of The Tithe Of Mankind! And Below, An Inescapable & Inexorable Hell, Expanding Its Leviathan Jaws For The Vast Residue Of Mortals!

The Wisest Man The Warl' E'er Saw, He Dearly Loved The Lasses, O.

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.

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