Some Wee Short Hour Ayont

The Wisest Man The Warl' E'er Saw, He Dearly Loved The Lasses, O.

I Love Drinking Now And Then. It Defecates The Standing Pool Of Thought. A Man Perpetually In The Paroxysm And Fears Of Inebriety Is Like A Half-drowned Stupid Wretch Condemned To Labor Unceasingly In Water; But A Now-and-then Tribute To Bacchus Is Like The Cold Bath, Bracing And Invigorating.

Mankind Is An Unco Squad And Muckle He May Grieve Thee.

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever. Had We Never Lou'd Sae Kindly, Had We Never Lou'd Sae Blindly, Never Met - Or Never Parted - We Had Ne'er Been Broken Hearted

't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than Aught In The World Beside,-jessy!