Great For Good, Or Great

When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields And Forests Bare.

She Is A Winsome Wee Thing, She Is A Handsome Wee Thing, She Is A Bonny Wee Thing, This Sweet Wee Wife O' Mine.

A Mind That Is Conscious Of Its Integrity Scorns To Say More Than It Means To Perform.

I Waive The Quantum O' The Sin, The Hazard Of Concealing; But, Och! It Hardens A' Within, And Petrifies The Feeling!

But Facts Are Chiels That Winna Ding, An' Downa Be Disputed.