I Cannot Tell How The

Jock, When Ye Hae Naething Else To Do, Ye May Be Aye Sticking In A Tree; It Will Be Growing, Jock, When Ye 're Sleeping.

I'll Dream No More--by Mainly Mind Not Even In Sleep Is Well Resigned. My Midnight Orisons Said O'er, I'll Turn To Rest And Dream No More.

Stood For His Country's Glory Fast, And Nailed Her Colors To The Mast!

So Faithful In Love, And So Dauntless In War, There Never Was Knight Like Young Lochinvar.

As Good Play For Nothing, You Know, As Work For Nothing.