Gin a body meet a body Coming thro' the rye, Gin a body kiss a body— Need a body cry?
They never sought in vain that sought the Lord alright!
Hope springs exulting on triumphant wing.
The upright, honest-hearted man Who strives to do the best he can, Need never fear the church's ban Or hell's damnation.
O, my luve is like a red, red rose.
There is no such uncertainty as a sure thing.