Nature's law, That man was made to mourn. Man's inhumanity to man Makes countless thousands mourn! O Death, the poor man's dearest friend, The kindest and the best!

Life is but a day at most.

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

They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!

Prudent, cautious self-control is wisdom's root.

Nae man can tether time or tide; The hour approachesTam maun ride; That hour, o'night's black arch the key-stane, That dreary hourTam mounts his beast in.

O, my luve is like a red, red rose.