Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure

My Son, These Maxims Make A Rule An Lump Them Ay Thegither: The Rigid Righteous Is A Fool, The Rigid Wise Anither.

It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep, At Times, Frae Being Sour.

They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Alright!

Scots, Wha Hae Wi' Wallace Bled, Scots, Wham Bruce Has Aften Led, Welcome To Your Gory Bed, Or To Victory! Now 's The Day And Now 's The Hour; See The Front O' Battle Lour.

Nature's Law, That Man Was Made To Mourn. Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn! O Death, The Poor Man's Dearest Friend, The Kindest And The Best!