O, My Luve Is Like A Red,

The Snowdrop And Primrose Our Woodlands Adorn, And Violets Bathe In The Wet O' The Morn.

Pleasures Are Like Poppies Spread: You Seize The Flow'r, Its Bloom Is Shed.

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever.

Nature's Law, That Man Was Made To Mourn. Man's Inhumanity To Man Makes Countless Thousands Mourn! O Death, The Poor Man's Dearest Friend, The Kindest And The Best!

God Knows, I'm Not The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be, But Twenty Times I Rather Would Be An Atheist Clean, Than Under Gospel Colours Hid Be Just For A Screen.