Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!

It 's Guid To Be Merry And Wise, It 's Guid To Be Honest And True, It 's Guid To Support Caledonia's Cause, And Bide By The Buff And The Blue.

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.

The Great Creator To Revere Must Sure Become The Creature; But Still The Preaching Cant Forbear, And Ev'n The Rigid Feature: Yet Ne'er With Wits Profane To Range Be Complaisance Extended;an Atheist Laugh's A Poor Exchange For Deity Offended.