There Is No Such Uncertainty As A

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.

And Wild-scatter'd Cowslips Bedeck The Green Dale.

If There 's A Hole In A' Your Coats, I Rede Ye Tent It; A Chiel 's Amang Ye Takin' Notes, And, Faith, He 'll Prent It.

To Step Aside Is Human.

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