And Let Us Mind, Faint

I'm Truly Sorry Man's Dominion Has Broken Nature's Social Union.

Not The Bee Upon The Blossom, In The Pride O' Sunny Noon; Not The Little Sporting Fairy, All Beneath The Simmer Moon; Not The Poet, In The Moment Fancy Lightens In His E'e, Kens The Pleasure, Feels The Rapture, That Thy Presence Gi'es To Me.

Mankind Is An Unco Squad And Muckle He May Grieve Thee.

My Heart 's In The Highlands, My Heart Is Not Here; My Heart 's In The Highlands A-chasing The Deer.

't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than Aught In The World Beside,-jessy!