Ilk Cowslip Cup Shall Kep A Tear.

Ah, Gentle Dames! It Gars Me Greet To Think How Monie Counsels Sweet, How Monie Lengthened Sage Advices, The Husband Frae The Wife Despises.

To Make Three Guineas Do The Work Of Five.

Now Nature Hangs Her Mantle Green On Every Blooming Tree, And Spreads Her Sheets O'daisies White Out O'er The Grassy Lea.

For Thus The Royal Mandate Ran, When First The Human Race Began, "the Social, Friendly Honest Man, Whate'er He Be, Tis He Fulfils Great Nature's Plan, And None But He!"

Even Every Ray Of Hope Destroyed And Not A Wish To Gild The Gloom.