Woe To The Youth Whom Fancy Gains,

Though Varying Wishes, Hopes, And Fears, Fever'd The Progress Of These Years, Yet Now, Days, Weeks, And Months But Seem The Recollection Of A Dream.

A Sound Head, An Honest Heart, And An Humble Spirit Are The Three Best Guides Through Time And To Eternity.

Many Miles Away There's A Shadow On The Door Of A Cottage On The Shore Of A Dark Scottish Lake.

A Glass Of Good Wine Is A Gracious Creature, And Reconciles Poor Mortality To Itself And That Is What Few Things Can Do.

My Foot Is On My Native Heath, And My Name Is Macgregor.