To See Her Is To Love Her,

Learn Taciturnity And Let That Be Your Motto!

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!

Farewell, My Friends! Farewell, My Foes! My Peace With These, My Love With Those. The Bursting Tears My Heart Declare; Farewell, The Bonnie Banks Of Ayr.

Again Rejoicing Nature Sees Her Robe Assume Its Vernal Hues Her Leafy Locks Wave In The Breeze, All Freshly Steep'd In The Morning Dews.

The Best-laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men, Gang Aft A-gley, And Leave Us Nought But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy.