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

Some wee short hour ayont the twal.

Dare to be honest and fear no labor.

Now's the day and now's the hour.

Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won't accept your thanks for murder.

A women can make an average man great, and a great man average.

I waive the quantum o' the sin, The hazard of concealing; But, och! it hardens a' within, And petrifies the feeling!