If There 's A Hole In A'

Some Books Are Lies Frae End To End.

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

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us

Good Lord, What Is Man! For As Simple He Looks, Do But Try To Develop His Books And His Crooks, With His Depths And His Shallows, His Good And His Evil, All In All, He's A Problem Must Puzzle The Devil.

Misled By Fancy's Meteor Ray, By Passion Driven; But Yet The Light That Led Astray Was Light From Heaven.