If Naebody Care For Me,i'll

The Poor Inhabitant Below Was Quick To Learn And Wise To Know And Keenly Felt The Friendly Glow And Softer Flame; But Thoughtless Follies Laid Him Low, And Stain'd His Name!

If There 's A Hole In A' Your Coats, I Rede Ye Tent It; A Chiel 's Amang Ye Takin' Notes, And, Faith, He 'll Prent It.

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent

Kings May Be Blest, But Tam Was Glorious, O'er A' The Ills O' Life Victorious.

Or Like The Snow Falls In The River, A Moment White-then Melts For Ever . . .