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The Golden Hours On Angel Wings Flew O'er Me And My Dearie, For Dear To Me As Light And Life Was My Sweet Highland Mary.

But Little Mouse, You Are Not Alone, In Proving Foresight May Be Vain: The Best Laid Schemes Of Mice And Men Go Often Askew, And Leave Us Nothing But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy! Still You Are Blest, Compared With Me!

Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure Amang The Leaves Sae Green!

The Best Laid Plans Take 40 Years To Complete.

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.