The Snowdrop And Primrose Our

Their Sighing, Canting, Grace-proud Faces, Their Three-mile Prayers, And Half-mile Graces.

Wee, Sleekit, Cowrin, Tim'rous Beastie, O, What A Panic's In Thy Breastie!

Just Now I've Taen The Fit O' Rhyme / My Barmie Noddle's Working Prime.

Firmness In Enduring And Exertion Is A Character I Always Wish To Possess. I Have Always Despised The Whining Yelp Of Complaint And Cowardly Resolve.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.