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Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn!

The daisy's for simplicity and unaffected air.

Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!

There's some are fou o' love divine, There's some are fou' o' brandy.

Inspiring bold John Barleycorn, What dangers thou canst make us scorn! Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil; Wi' usquebae, we'll face the devil!

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip To laud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honor grip, Let that aye be your border.

Mourn, little harebells, o'er the lea; Ye stately foxgloves fair to see! Ye woodbines, hanging bonnilie In scented bowers! Ye roses on your thorny tree The first o' flow'rs.

Now blooms the lily by the bank, The primrose down the brae; The hawthorn's budding in the glen, The milkwhite is the slae.

The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, And violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.

We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine.

His ancient, trusty, drouthy crony, Tam lo'ed him like a vera brither-- They had been fou for weeks thegither!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne?

Then horn for horn they stretch and strive; Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Green, slender, leaf-clad holly boughs Were twisted gracefu' round her brows, I took her for some Scottish Muse, By that same token, An' come to stop those reckless vows, Would soon be broken.

At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.

To make a happy fireside clime To weans and wife, That's the true pathos and sublime Of human life.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.