There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.
Oatcakes are a delicate relish when eaten warm with ale.
Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?
Not the bee upon the blossom, In the pride o' sunny noon; Not the little sporting fairy, All beneath the simmer moon; Not the poet, in the moment Fancy lightens in his e'e, Kens the pleasure, feels the rapture, That thy presence gi'es to me.
Now simmer blinks on flowery braes, And o'er the crystal streamlet plays.
My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!