Painters and poets have liberty to lie.

Man's inhumanity to man makes countless thousands mourn!

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

Even every ray of hope destroyed and not a wish to gild the gloom.

The poor inhabitant below Was quick to learn and wise to know And keenly felt the friendly glow And softer flame; But thoughtless follies laid him low, And stain'd his name!

The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men, Gang aft a-gley, And leave us nought but grief and pain, For promised joy.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.