But Mousie, thou art no thy lane In proving foresight may be vain The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men Gang aft agley An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain For promis'd joy!

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

Why has a religious turn of mind always a tendency to narrow and harden the heart?

His locked, lettered, braw brass collar, Shewed him the gentleman and scholar.

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

Now a' is done that men can do, And a' is done in vain.

Chords that vibrate sweetest pleasure Thrill the deepest notes of woe.