The Fear O' Hell's A

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .

The Best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley.

Now Nature Hangs Her Mantle Green On Every Blooming Tree, And Spreads Her Sheets O'daisies White Out O'er The Grassy Lea.

I Look On The Opposite Sex With Something Like The Admiration With Which I Regard The Starry Sky On A Frosty December Night. I Admire The Beauty Of The Creator's Workmanship, I Am Charmed With The Wild But Graceful Eccentricity Of The Motions, And Then I Wish Both Of Them Goodnight.

Gie Me Ae Spark O' Nature's Fire, That's A' The Learning I Desire.