Nursing Her Wrath To Keep It Warm.--robert

The Honest Man, Though E'er Sae Poor, Is King O' Men, For A' That!

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.

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

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.

But To See Her Was To Love Her, Love But Her, And Love Forever. Had We Never Lou'd Sae Kindly, Had We Never Lou'd Sae Blindly, Never Met - Or Never Parted - We Had Ne'er Been Broken Hearted