Dare To Be Honest And Fear No

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?

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

When Matters Are Desperate We Must Put On A Desperate Face.

Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe.

What Is Life, When Wanting Love? Night Without A Morning; Love's The Cloudless Summer Sun, Nature Gay Adorning.