Morality, Thou Deadly Bane, Thy

Hope Springs Exulting On Triumphant Wing.

Now Nature Hangs Her Mantle Green On Every Blooming Tree, And Spreads Her Sheets O'daisies White Out O'er The Grassy Lea.

Nae Man Can Tether Time Or Tide.

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.

And O! Be Sure To Fear The Lord Alway, And Mind Your Duty, Duly, Morn And Night; Lest In Temptation's Path Ye Gang Astray, Implore His Counsel And Assisting Might: They Never Sought In Vain That Sought The Lord Aright.