Or Like The Snow Falls

They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Alright!

All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led Yellow Autumn, Wreath'd With Nodding Corn.

Oh My Luve's Like A Red, Red Rose, That's Newly Sprung In June; Oh My Luve's Like The Melodie That's Sweetly Played In Tune.

Life Is But A Day At Most.

Ah, Gentle Dames! It Gars Me Greet To Think How Monie Counsels Sweet, How Monie Lengthened Sage Advices, The Husband Frae The Wife Despises.