To Make Three Guineas Do The Work

My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heav'n Is Sent, Long May Thy Hardy Sons Of Rustic Toil Be Blest With Health, And Peace, And Sweet Content!

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.

Oatcakes Are A Delicate Relish When Eaten Warm With Ale.

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

Nursing Her Wrath To Keep It Warm.--robert Burns