My Heart 's In The

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot, And Never Brought To Min?

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

There Is No Such Uncertainty As A Sure Thing.

Then Gently Scan Your Brother Man, Still Gentler Sister Woman; Though They May Gang A Kennin' Wrang, To Step Aside Is Human.

Be Briton Still To Britain True, Among Oursel's United; For Never But By British Hands Maun British Wrangs Be Righted.