Anticipation Forward Points The View.

O Scotia! My Dear, My Native Soil! For Whom My Warmest Wish To Heaven Is Sent

The Wisest Man The Warl' E'er Saw, He Dearly Loved The Lasses, O.

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

Beauty's Of A Fading Nature. Has A Season And Is Gone!

She Is A Winsome Wee Thing, She Is A Handsome Wee Thing, She Is A Bonny Wee Thing, This Sweet Wee Wife O' Mine.