Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And

Flow Gently, Sweet Afton, Among Thy Green Braes, Flow Gently, I'll Sing Thee A Song In Thy Praise.

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

Gie Me Ae Spark O' Nature's Fire, That's A' The Learning I Desire.

Chords That Vibrate Sweetest Pleasure Thrill The Deepest Notes Of Woe.

Once Upon A Lammas Night When Corn Rigs Are Bonny, Beneath The Moon's Unclouded Light, I Held Awhile To Annie... The Time Went By With Careless Heed Between The Late And Early, With Small Persuasion She Agreed To See Me Through The Barley... Corn Rigs And Barley Rigs, Corn Rigs Are Bonny! I'll Not Forget That Happy Night Among The Rigs With Annie!