To Make Three Guineas Do

The Best Laid Schemes O' Mice An' Men Gang Aft Agley.

't Is Sweeter For Thee Despairing Than Aught In The World Beside,-jessy!

All-cheering Plenty, With Her Flowing Horn, Led Yellow Autumn, Wreath'd With Nodding Corn.

Who Made The Heart, 'tis He Alone Decidedly Can Try Us

Yon Rosebuds In The Morning-dew, How Pure Amang The Leaves Sae Green!