The Wisest Man The Warl' E'er Saw,

Your Lines, I Maintain It, Are Poetry, And Good Poetry.... Friendship... Had I Been So Blest As To Have Met With You In Time, Might Have Led Me - God Of Love Only Knows Where.

I'll Be Merry And Free, I'll Be Sad For Nae-body; If Nae-body Cares For Me, I'll Care For Nae-body.

I Waive The Quantum O' The Sin, The Hazard Of Concealing; But, Och! It Hardens A' Within, And Petrifies The Feeling!

When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields And Forests Bare.

Gin A Body Meet A Body Coming Thro' The Rye, Gin A Body Kiss A Body— Need A Body Cry?