If You Keep A Thing Seven Years,

I Am She, O Most Bucolical Juvenal, Under Whose Charge Are Placed The Milky Mothers Of The Herd.

Come Fill Up My Cup, Come Fill Up My Can, Come Saddle Your Horses, And Call Up Your Men; Come Open The West Port, And Let Me Gang Free, And It's Room For The Bonnets Of Bonny Dundee!

A Sound Head, An Honest Heart, And An Humble Spirit Are The Three Best Guides Through Time And To Eternity.

Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar, For Lovers Love The Western Star.

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.