An atheist's laugh 's a poor exchange For Deity offended!
Life is but a day at most.
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?
O, my luve is like a red, red rose.
The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.
The lightly-jumping, glowrin' trouts, That thro' my waters play.