Kings May Be Blest, But Tam Was

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

Ilk Cowslip Cup Shall Kep A Tear.

And Let Us Mind, Faint Heart Ne'er Wan A Lady Fair. Wha Does The Utmost That He Can Will Whyles Do Mair.

I Waive The Quantum O' The Sin, The Hazard Of Concealing; But, Och! It Hardens A' Within, And Petrifies The Feeling!

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.